So Close But So Far

Her hand was a few centimetres away from my reach, swaying as though it wanted to be held by me.
So that I could hold it still.
So that I could fix the mess I so stupidly made.
My hand reached out, slowly, carefully, afraid of her reaction.
I knew it was too late as I watched her walk away, steps slow and hesitant, as though she was waiting for me to stop her.
Why would she want me to stop her? She made it clear yesterday, I thought to myself.
I watched as she opened the door, the eyes I fell in love with gazing into mine, one last time.
I watched as she left the house we first met at.
Taking my heart with her.
It was as if she came here for a sole purpose.
For a robbery.
To steal my heart.
I wondered if she'd ever give it back.