So Close To Love

By Gayatri

Every time we share a song while my head lays on your chest, 

together, we listen to it, and the music I  hear is your heartbeat, 

we come so close to love.

Every time I slip and you hold my hand to save me from a fall, 

and we don't let go for a while, wishing we never have to, 

never have to make the call,

we come so close to love.

Every time I scan a room full of people to look for you 

and end up finding my home when our eyes meet, 

and then we both let out a sigh of relief, 

we come so close to love.

Every time we're dancing to that song that talks about the night and the rain 

and the aching heart, 

the one that reminds us of each other when we're apart, 

we come so close to love.

Every time we hug a little longer, 

knowing we might not see each other again,

and  our eyes avoid contact to avoid the pain,

we come so close to love.

We come so close to love so many times

As if that's what it's meant to be;

Like a poem that perfectly rhymes,

But doesn't have a name, you see;

Perhaps it's a little less than a blessing,

Perhaps something is always missing;

That although we come so close to love,

And although we want it to last,

We'll either never really reach it,

Or we're already way past.

By Gayatri