It’s Okay

The girl looks from afar,

Admiring her love as he walks along

Everyday, she watches,

Observing his little quirks,

His distinct oddities

Sometimes, she even catches

That beautiful, beaming smile of his,

As bright as the sun,

Enough to disperse clouds of gray

If only, armed with that expression,

He would turn her way

If only, that stare was directed

At her, and her alone

But deep down, the girl knows,

It's impossible for a living being

To care for something already dead,

No longer there in physical form

So, with a small, but knowing smile,

The girl always thinks to herself,

"It's okay, you don't have to love me."

Meanwhile, crystalline tears

Prick at her glazed cerulean eyes