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Long ago
a
silhouette
was
planted
in my
minds
eye.

A face
so
vague
untouchable.

Time
went
by
features
emerged.

Holding
as
a precious
gem.
untouchable.

Being
tucked
away,
to a
secret
place.

Not to
be
revealed.
so
untouchable.

Now in
the
distance
you
stand.

With a
tear
in your
eye.

perhaps
waiting
in
the
balcony.

Yet
still
so
untouchable.

(c) copyright heather burns