We are so close, yet feel miles apart. Each day is an act of pretense of love with an aching heart. Once those eyes were full of warmth. But now they are empty and devoid of love the longing now far gone. Ignorance is a bliss, but very evil. In the distance I see a forlorn hope of love it doesn't feel real. As I wake to another day, My heart says "What does feel real these days?"