Her eyes, I feel
they follow me
She’s up on the
wall right now
Tomorrow I will
see her on the street
The day after,
the doctor’s office
The day after that,
the grocery store
She is all I can
see
She is all that
I’m allowed to see
She does not know
that I exist
Yet she does
because She tells me
She won’t admit it
but She does
She does not love
me, but She does
She does not follow
me, but She does
She will not allow me
to love her
But she loves me
because She is all she sees
About the Creator
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The poem beautifully and aptly depicts the impossible love. This love leaves a bittersweet feeling and many questions, with wounds that heal slowly. ☀️