Our hands are never able to touch

I wonder why that is.

I copy your pace,

    My stride matching your own

        Perfectly.

I laugh at all the things

You find humorous,

     So we are happy

    Together.

Yet, when it is just the two of us

   In the silence of a colorful evening,

      Our hands

          Are never able

     To touch.

Reviews

[Reaper Bird]

I really like your poem!! It's not too long, but it doesn't need to be- it's exceptionally impactful, and the structure adds to the power of the message behind it.