Who am I writing for?
Someone who will never read my prose.
For whom my words will make no sense.
Sentences run on into scattered ellipse...

Who am I singing for?
Someone who will never hear me.
For whom the notes drift away.
Music, who's din has no melody.

Who am I dancing for?
Someone who will not be my partner.
My steps clumsily scuffing the floor.
Staggered passes drifting across an empty room.

For whom do I hold affection?
Someone who will never have me.
Someone who will not appreciate me.
Someone for whom my love is thrown away.

©:RWM