we came so close
the sweet click
we were nearing
yeah, felt appearing
all too soon disappearing
the magnets reversed
emotions dispersed
neither mind nor flesh
could mesh
all that is left
Is a yawning cleft
dreams of yesterday
grow stale and fade away
we knew it could never be
yet indulged the fantasy
until we got so close
what we yearned
turned and burned
now we mourn the unseen
what could have been
why do we crave most
what we can never have?
Like that phrase 'yawning
Like that phrase 'yawning clef'. Paints a very vivid picture. xP