She sits,
staring silently.
The world rushing.
Busy.
Hectic.
But still there she sits.
Still.

She stares,
so intently
at the couple.
Loving.
Laughing.
Wanting it to be hers.
Wishing.

She is touched,
very lightly.
Coming to reality.
Breaking.
Crushing.
Losing sight of her daydreams.
Leaving.