Unanwered Questions?

In the vicinity of the coldness of the dark,
she still believed things to change.
Yes, they had since all those years,
things did change- for the worse.
Yet how she desired to see those
again, for the good, for the best.
She wanted again to hug him tight
for once and for all,
to feel a little light...
If only.. If only she could tell him,
she wanted him, she needed him
If only he would smile again,
laugh at her, smile towards.
If only again she could hold his hands
without any ties, without bounds,
if only she could look his eyes and stare
as if forever,
no matter how each moment passed
no matter whether masses laughed...
If only once again were those days back
and for expressions, there wasn't no lack
If only once again she could
tell him slowly,
"I love you."

She knew those days might never be back,
days bygone were already gone.
Yet in her heart she still desired
to win him back, to love him back
She still wanted to have a chance
to win his hands and smile and dance
as he held her waist and told her how
she was his beauty queen.

But what we want is that
what we always do achieve?
Broken dreams is what remains
leaving her with gloom, disdain.
If only he would give her one more chance...
But even if he did,
would be able to?

Being far away,
miles apart, without no words
of love or part,
with work the preference, who would mind,
to look after some silly mails?
For portraying emotions
to show affection, are those golden words
all enough?
When thousands of unanswered questions remain,
unfulfilled wishes,
with unwanted thoughts
eat up what we want to convey?
When words aren't enough,
vicinity is what is required,
yet that's what forces her to remain
just hoping for one more chance...

With a question hovering over,
"Who would give her a chance,
when they are so miles apart?"