So close. So far away.
The smell you can almost taste
Clutching at the wind
The reality you see and feel
But cannot hold on to
Life is so big and so important
And still very real
The things you cannot grasp and hold
Prove to be the most important
The moments you close your eyes to remember
But the memory will never equate to that moment when you felt
When you fell
When you smiled
When you loved
How are things so real if they’re so untouchable?