Sometimes I want to write to you,
but the words get in the way of writing.
Sometimes I want to talk to you,
but the sentences get in the way of saying.
Sometimes I want to hug you,
but the hands get in the way of hugging.
Sometimes I want to touch you,
but the fingers get in the way of touching.
Sometimes I think about you,
but the thoughts get in the way of thinking.
Sometimes I want to love you,
but the love gets in the way of loving.
Sometimes I want to learn from you,
but the things already learnt get in the way of learning.
I don't know why it is so Mum and Daddy,
when we got drifted apart,
I guess life came in the way of living!