Notice

by Ariana Stadtlander

Folded hands, closed-off heart...

...He’s near you, yet he isn’t

Miles away...

...Distant.

You shout, but it’s too the void…

...The wind takes it

Your voice…

It.... floats.... away...

Your eyes beckon him to see…

...But he’s blind

He squints…

Must be invisible.

You wish he’d notice you…

...But deep down you know

It’s hopeless…

And yet

...You still wish…