Magic
Do you ever wish to see me again
or was I just a moment in time?
You have your life
and I have mine.
When by chance we meet
and with just one glance
memory of affection
makes a heart dance.
But is our racing hearts
moved by happiness,
fear of nothing to say
or a fear to caress?
Hesitant to reach out
to touch, embrace
or press lips to kiss
for fear of a mistake.
Have we become strangers,
aquaintances, friends?
Should we reach an effort
and try to make amends?
Are we too shy to reach out
or have we become too jaded?
Is it fear of rejection
or has the magic faded?