From the corner of my eye I peek
As you walk into the room and I
Hold my breath waiting, wanting you
To be able to come to my table
And embrace me like I desire.
But instead, as I exhale I watch
You walk on by.
You smile as you pass, as if we
Were old friends, from way back
But still you walk past me.
You don’t stop.
Perhaps, later I will see you
In passing some dark hall or
Side street and you will reach
Out for me, to stall me
Just for a moment
To smile, to explain, to exclaim…
But I will walk on by.