I have loved you
from afar
cloaked in shadow...

I have gazed
upon your beauty
from behind...

I have followed
all your life
in a scrapbook...

With color photos
no one else
as ever seen...

I have wept into
your hankie
when you dropped it...

I have sat upon
a chair
you left still warm...

I have kissed
you goodnight
through your window...

But when I left I wiped it clean.