• Looking right through me,
    As if I were invisible.

    Like you know who I am.

    How could you possibly know,
    What I am thinking?

    How could you possibly know,
    What I feel?

    But,
    The thing is. . .
    You do know.

    You know how I feel,
    And what I wish for.

    But,
    You choose to do nothing about it.

    I've given you everything,
    But you've shelved it aside.

    Waiting there,
    Until you come.

    Collecting only dust,
    And memories.