Not Even One Degree
I love you
and I miss you almost everyday
but I cannot turn back now
I see the path
paved in front of me
when I reach out my arms
you’re no longer within my grasp
I know that if I mustered
just a bit more strength
my fingertips
could just graze your surface
but I stay private
demure and aloof
and I cannot turn my neck
not even one degree
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This is beautiful. The reader feels the tension and the pull through the whole poem.