Cross the Line

Cross the Line

By Muriel Palanca



On the other side, the grass is green, but it’s still the same as mine

And in between our separate grounds remains this solid line.

I’d keep my distance every time I felt we got too close.

Your presence kept reminding me of things I wanted most

Like someone there who I could touch, who was not behind a screen,

Someone I could truly care for, who could be felt, not only seen.

For you could give me butterflies and make my day seem brighter

When stress and screams I kept inside seemed to squeeze me tighter.

If all the things I feel for you are things I must carry

I’ll share with you what I cannot give before I leave it buried.

I wish you could have seen what’s real and fixed my broken parts.

Maybe look behind the smile and heal this fragile heart.

There’s more to me than this hollow frame, this canvas black and white.

There’s truth and sinful, needful things not going down without a fight.

I wish I could have given in, for a moment, though it’s wrong.

Taken something I’ve been denied and been craving for too long.

I’ve thought about it many times, but I know we can’t be together.

There’s a part of you that’s broken too and you can’t promise me forever.

I guess it’s best you and I were never meant to be.

Avoid the hurt that would have come because you could never love me.

And even though my heart betrayed, you were my hardest test,

The biggest “if” and possibility I now should lay to rest.

But you should know, I think you’re worth so much more than this;

This life you live of empty days and the feeling you miss.

I wish for you the greatest joy and to feel a love that’s pure,

To always have someone to turn to when stability’s unsure.

I pray for you to find happiness when the world’s too much to bear.

I hope someday you’ll remember me when you need a friend to care.

Someday soon, our line will end and we’ll reach the edge of this great divide.

At times, I’ve thought to deviate, but I’ve always stayed behind.

I suppose I’ll take a different road, though it pains me to let you go.

I’ll always wonder what we could have been but I guess now we’ll never know.