Out of Reach

I was strolling in the corridor when I passed by you.
You were busy chatting with your friends, proving them a few.
I couldn’t help but notice the gentle smile on your face.
Then, you turned to look at me, walking within the pace.

When I saw you coming near, I turned to hide.
My heart couldn’t stop pounding multiple times just right inside.
I remembered the moment when our paths intersected.
It felt like my heart was pierced by an arrow, though not bisected.

I was just right behind you, come to think of it.
The distance between the two of us was getting shorter every minute.
I was about to touch you, my fingers near almost an inch.
But then I drew a line, cause I know you’ll still be out of my reach.