Past

Perhaps there is an irony in your name, an empty board, a blank slate; a fresh start. Let us start anew, from the moment our eyes met. The allure of the untouchable, the unattainable heavens.from which i am outcast. I bear this burden alone as i sit beneath your gaze. The skies, heaven itself pressing me back.
As i could never return your gaze, nor see you eye to eye.
(The irony behind the title is that i cant have heaven or hold "you" again)