I walk alone
by Her window
watching as all things
and people
come to pass
Her by.

Suddenly, I
see Her looking
but surely just looking
through me.
I’m nothing to Her.
She forgot my name
three times
in one week.

She puts her hand
to the window,
and I stop breathing.
Is She seeing me?
I’m not ready.
I drop my eyes.

I’ve always known
I would do anything
just to be
with Her – but
with my collar
turned to the wind
I don’t do anything
at all.

She could be the fuel
to start my soul
to light my world
and everything in it.

Again tomorrow,
I’ll walk by Her window
hoping She’ll see me
just once.