Gone

From the rolling hill,
She saw you,
Sitting on the grass,
Staring back at her.

The distance between you and her,
Was unbridgeable,
The stark opened gap,
Was a sign.

She turned her back,
And you looked through her,
But what would you do,
If you heard her silent cries.

You left your comfort zone,
And ran after her,
You climbed the rolling hill,
But she was already gone.

Now when you look down,
You see her there.
She's so near,
Yet why can't you touch her?