from afar I glance at you knowing I could never hold your hands press them against mine as we walk away from the noise and clamor of a world that rushes us— every precious split second we steal a glance hoping we could be together in a laid-back county by the sea relishing the moments we could have shared as the wind brushes against our delighted faces content as we talk about our future blow by blow. hopeful. hoping. if only you knew— least from my heart 'tis my shot in the dark.