I watched you in your tragic beauty walk beneath my window.
Eyes aimed high, but unfocused. You never noticed me.
You always wore the same dress; always bore the same
expression: “It’s a loveless world so what’s the point of looking? Let it be…”
I considered throwing roses – thought I’d maybe wave a flag.
Had to try and force some small connection – but, there’s a snag.
It’s my confession that I watch you in my tragic isolation.
In my fear… That’s the way it’s been for years.
That’s the way it will always be…