Tangent

Like those lines touch and go,
far away to seperate,
life stands asking for a statement from me,
why we are so far apart,
maybe we are vendetta's victim,
on one side my fate,
on the other, your choices
just to reflect on ourselves, we abide,
we know not why,
how, where and if ever,
the love that i have for you, grows
just to overwhelm, making me live on,
not in hopes of finding you,
but in want of loving you more,
I await for the ultimatum,
On my knees praying to you,
praying to god,
to be well, for you to be kept well,
maybe someties when the winds call,
I'll ask them to send you a wave of peace
to gentle touch your hair,
to tell you I love you.