Portrait of a Woman, Alone

How he looked my way and I felt it
And yet he did not know me
And I could not find him
Try as I might
Behind the bricks he laid
In a mortar of busy jokes
And his lovely hands
And his shattered heart
But oh, he looked at me so well
And how across the room
I wanted to hold his hand
How I heard him speak to another
And wished it were to me he spoke
How he became a poem in my head
How he kissed me in the place above my dying heart
In the dark corner where no one else was looking
How his mouth slide warmth along my emptiness
And my soul whispered my god I might have loved him
If I hadn’t broken love to pieces
How painful it was to hold my soul captive
To pluck her song unsung from my mouth
When she only wished to set us free
But I knew the price my soul demanded
And tried to turn away
How I surrendered
And yet I could not find him
Try as I might
Behind the bricks he laid
In a mortar of busy jokes
And his lovely hands
And his shattered heart
But oh, he looked at me so well