"Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
where no one notices the contrast of white on white"
- Counting Crows

I am invisible in this rain,
in this city,
and in her eyes.

This bothers me.

I long to make an impression
to evoke some emotion from
her grown-up heart and soul.
But I fear I am too boyish
to ever impress upon her the depth
of my feeling for her smile
and the way she bites her lip after she speaks.
So I flail, helpless to be anyone but myself,
in a futile attempt at impressing this thing,
this adult, this queen, this life already chosen,
lived and died, saw and sighed,
plain, but lovely woman
who took my heart and ran.

AcB 9.19.00