Walk On By

Each time I take a step,
You walk
In the other direction.

Fine.
Walk on by,
And perhaps as you walk away
You will not see me cry
That one tear.

Each time I stop,
You pass
Right before me.
And when I look,
You are always looking away.

Fine.
Walk on by,
And perhaps as you turn your head
You will not see me try to whisper
That one phrase.

Each time I give up,
You always appear so close,
Yet out of reach.

Fine.
Walk on by,
And perhaps, as always,
You will not see me reach
To touch your hem
And fail.

Each time I think of you,
You are not so far, as farther still.
Not so cruel as fair, as darker than night.
Not so infinitely desirous, than deep longing
And pain.

Fine.
Walk on by,
And you will never know
What you mean to me.
As do I.