Walking Away from a Possibility

I wasn't given a chance to make it happen.
I tried to but it just didn't.
What makes it so hard to catch your line of vision?
Across the room, across that space.
I was there all along, so were you.

I've never felt this for a long long time.
It's all about to become a distant memory.
I was forced to walk away and wasn't left with any options.

Walking out. Waiting for a miracle.