Walking towards you, 
ever closer, nearer, 
waiting for a clue, 
everything to be clearer. 
I can feel a touch on my heart, 
but it's not strong enough, 
like a seedling trying to start, 
without the sun it's tough. 
Then you step past me, 
without a second glance, 
and I turn to see, 
not wasting any of this chance. 
But you continue to fade away 
leaving me with only the hope 
that I'll see you the very next day 
and a bit more pain with which to cope. 

May 7, 1985