Hovering

I won’t see you again,
I planned it that way,
with no time for “alone” time,
it’s for the best, anyway.

Your hovering around
was such a joy to behold,
but to act on such desire
would cause the end of your world.

You looked so sad that morning,
more in your aura than your eyes,
as I withdrew my presence from yours,
my own sadness under disguise.

I won’t see you again,
though that is not the way it should be.
While not our destiny this time on earth,
we have shared love before, I believe.