Darling

I thought you smiled at me.

But that shy simper

Those bashful, downcast eyes-

Were for her.

And as I lay here,

Almost numb-

A pain in my side-

I wonder how I had gotten so near-

Yet so far.

I tried, I really did-

To be seen by you.

But I was glass-

Easily shattered but not easily seen-

And I faded away

Like roses on a grave.