As I sit here,

And watch.

I am looking,

But I do not see

That I am alone.

There is no-one to fill

The hole in my soul.

And I have not known one that could.

As she approaches,

Our eyes meet.

But I am blind to the knowledge

That stirs within her.

My mind sees but cannot believe,

That as time seems to slow,

She approaches me.

Then as she touches my arm.

The image fades.

And I return to despair.