gently and so slowly placed
her hand upon his chest
he ceases inane prattle
closes eyes and takes a breath
the warmth of palm and fingers spreads
where once pervaded cold
in mind's eye he perceives a smile
for him - a thought too bold
for when he seeks to close the gap
and form a warm embrace
her hand holds firm the distance
resolute he keep his place
nearby but never intimate
for her a bridge too close
that he of all will never cross
despite eternal hope
to which they cling
through orbit neat
forever dancing
bittersweet
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