She looks through me,
Like cellophane.
In her world,
I don't exist.
But she,
She is my whole being,
My universe.
If I could help her see,
Maybe,
Just maybe.
Only that chance will never come,
And if it did I wouldn't take it.
To drag her down with me,
Is not what is meant to happen.
She is meant to fly,
But I,
I am meant to walk.