I admire the beauty of her back,
As I’m watching it move further away.
My sweaty palms struggle to lock the door after her.
Turning back to go inside, I hear her voice.
But it is not her, only her memory,
Which I know I cannot rid.
Should I apologise? My pathetic eyes, getting sick.
There is a chance I am blind, but to see this,
Oh I wish I was blind. I wish she were not so blind,
It is her who I have only ever had dreams of.
But oh, how cruel Fate is, giving, and taking.
And tempting, but not giving.
But I shall not dwell no more,
Or no more than any man should.