Reach.

When I first saw you.
I felt my life was anew.
I couldn't sleep at night.
Everything was too bright.

I'm not living.
I'm just aging.
I'm wide awake.
I can't reach the daybreak.

If only I could hold you.
Touch you.
Run my fingers through your hair.
I would be a millionaire.

I'll kiss you.
And hug you.
Just to see you smile.
I'm sure it'll be worthwhile.

And then you'll know that I love you.
And that it is your love that I persue.
But we'll probably never meet.
I guess I'll have to admit defeat.