It is as far as an arm’s length
As short as a high jump pole
It’s a special kind of too close for comfort
Too far to touch.
It’s a light – a glint of hope, yet torches all it touch
It’s a maddening kind of paradox.
The lowest of lows
Right there at the apogee
Concerned yet insensitive
Damning with the apology.
What I’m saying in essence is she,
mesmerizing – breath-taking,