Paradox

You a few miles closer to me

And yet it still takes years before we can meet

You already there

Already prepared

But yet it is aeons before I shall see you

Time drifts longingly through holes in memory

As the darkness slowly eats up your prescence

You on the dance floor

Me at the dancing door

Which never seems to open

You at the disco

Me, wherever you go

But always too early

And you always too late

You are next to me

It takes time for me to reach out

And you are gone

Now simply a fleeting image

A fading memory

So far away