Not just some Fantasy

She looks at him from a distance,
he doesn't see her there.
He never can for it's too far,
but she loves him still.

She longs to kiss him,
to feel his warmth against her.
To say in his ear that she loves him,
to hear he loves her.

She's sick of wishing,
wondering each night if love is real.
She had denied it before,
that love was true.

Hurt like her no one would know,
every time someone new would come,
they leave in a hurry.
No reason, no goodbye.

Sometimes, loved ones stole them,
maybe even time.
Some just left with no answer,
most were just regrets.

But when she looks at him,
this one seems different,
she still feels pain for little this,
but moments would change it.

She didn't regret a phone call,
extra money to talk.
She wanted to hear his voice,
to know how he felt.

But then she wishes that it could be real,
not just some fantasy.
The problem is,
what if this was the best she would have.

She doesn't want to lose him,
yet he seems so move father.
It hurts her to see the distance increase,
but what could she do.