I don't get to feel,
lips that tremble,
I don't get to love,
feel her wrapped arms.
I don't feel that empathy
that's a circle around me.
I don't get to be,
a soul mate lasting the years,
of a 200 year old tree.
I don't even dream,
though she is there,
but the distance is fair.
I don't feel anything
but what death shall bring.