Looking at him stare at his notebook
Wishing I could be the pencil he grips tightly
As he writes down complex formulas for life
That I could help him solve

If he only gave me the chance.

As your soft words and smooth touch put me to sleep,
I longed for something better.

You gave me the world
And i left it to crumble on the floor.

I couldn't give you what you wanted
Because thinking about it made me sick.

Now your words are harsh and your touch non-existant.
Trying too many times has left us broken.

Never again.

As i look at you from across the room
With your slouchy pants and cool whistle,
I can imagine a life full of happiness and understanding,
Dreams come true and goals fulfilled.

I can only wish that our gazes will meet,
Momentarily complete.
A room full of people apart.
But alas,
You will never be more than a fleeting feeling of hope.

The sound of falling snow on leaves
Mocks the loneliness of the night.
As i walk through the streets,
I envy the carelessness of those leaves.

They are free.