Feeling Untouchable

One evening, 
I touched both your body and mind.
Where does my reach truly extend—can you tell me?

There was no place for me in your body,
no free passage for me in your thoughts.
Your promised finger—
I lack the power to touch it.
Not even the smallest fragment
of your precious time is mine.

Why does my heart flutter
when happiness stirs in you?

Tell me, where exactly is my place...can you say?