Caught am I in wanting you from afar;
I close my eyes and your image cascades through the darkness as a shooting star,
yet my name would not to you bring spark to recognition
though you are my heart’s addiction.
Oh how I wish you could know my jellied bones
when you give an unseeing hello as on the street we pass by;
if only I could lift your blind but I never try.
A thousand reasons I could list of what makes me a good man
who your attention would merit
yet if I am close to you each resounds a demerit.
If only I was able to hand you the world as I offer you my heart.
Alas I have not that to offer,
so in your unawareness I shall live,
watching my darkened sky
as your light shoots across it by.