I reach across the gulf, a fingertip outstretched
Words mean nothing, but they’re all that I have
I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t
Even though I think I can see, dimly
Through the haze of memory and delusion
That you won’t, you can’t, reach back
Still the hand is outstretched
The handshake half-complete

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