The years and miles between us
Mean we’ll never meet.
She in her world
Me in mine
Unless,
Performing some extraordinary feat
Newsworthy I become
Prime time.
So until then I have to be content
To see her lovely face and hear her dulcet tones
At six o-clock upon my TV screen.
Inspiring me with dreams
Of that which might have been.
BUT
It’s just as well we’ll never meet
Dreams and love are shattered by the smell of sweaty feet
The snores at night
And a thousand little things that blight
Perfection in reality
So I’ll dream on, this time knowing that I’ll never disappoint
Let time take its course and not defer
In purging all these thoughts
Of what it would be like to live with her.
But every now and then
I’ll stop awhile
Stretch out a finger and imagine
That I touch that lovely smile.
© ben corde 2013
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