I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Invisible

She wanted to see him, perhaps to converse
he was in a meeting.
She waited, she mingled.
He finally came.
He smiled, he greeted, he saw her play the game.
The table was set.
He moved in with friends,
She stood alone. No one came.
The door was near.
He never noticed she left.