reach

You were there
Within reach
But my nerves
Made me weak

The window shut
I could not speak
Would it have mattered at all
If I had reached?

Regrets are made
Regrets may creep
Some regrets
They cut so deep

A mistake
Or call it sin
Yet again my silence
Had done me in

You seemed gentle
Kind and warm
A quiet soul
Deserved much more

A joke, a laugh
A fleeting glow
Yet never saw
The pain below

The candles light
The picture frame
So many lives
Showed up for your name

But it's wrong to say
I even knew you
Just knew enough
To say I wanted to