the winding train tracks, sometimes so far apart. And other times? They're so close yet they can't touch. Two trains moving on different tracks, that's what they are. Could only ever pass one another if the tracks allow them to. Could stand so close, but it's still feels like they're far apart. Were we not meant to be for one another? The sight of you is a blessing to my eyes, but I wish I could stand right beside you rather than admire you from a far. We meet again Miss Angel, but why do I feel like you're standing so far?