Dec 18
When She Walks
Every day at noon
She passes by my room
My mind watches while my eyes stay aloof
She sees my thoughts
And knows my eyes are lonely
Maybe she walks slower than she should?
If this were my own dream
I’d walk beside her and listen to her breath
I’d comfort as I could
While matching her steps with my own
She sees me in her shadow
Maybe she moves closer than she should?
The clouds move and her shadow disappears
I look to see the manifestation above
Some malicious god offends me deep
My ire grows and her steps seem faint
My concern has driven her from me
Maybe she loved when she should have not?