Grey Eyes To Blue

We can meet
Grey eyes to blue;
And you can brush my hair
Askew
And you can turn and clasp my hand
And softly, as if sifting sand,
Draw into an embrace;
And yet we'll never touch.

We can speak;
Your voice and mine
Winding down the time
Between these words
We'll never say
But you and I, my love
Will never hear each other.

You can apologize, beloved
For all these things
You meant to do
And I can take your hand, and you;
You can let me.
We can sit beside eachother
We can brush our shoulders, dear,
And laugh;
We can take comfort from each other, near;
And yet we'll never be close.

We will never meet eachother's eyes
As the evening slowly dies
I with mine and you;
You with yours too
Sitting, silent, by our friends
Knowing as the evening ends
That it would only be condemnation we would seek
If our eyes, grey and blue, were to lift
And meet.