I saw her smile,
I saw her laugh,
And talk to those around;
But her smile
Was unsure, hesitating,
Her laughter did not reach
Her solemn eyes;
They remained lost.
She looked but did not see.
Her words were,
But not the portrait
Of her thoughts.
Her soul danced restlessly
Through misty eyes,
As anxious to be released
From its bondage,
As a caged bird long confined.
Those barriers of isolation
So surrounded her,
That she was alien to herself;
Or just did not know
how far she had drawn herself
into the impenetrable shell
– her loneliness.
I hated and loved her all my life,
Not knowing it was me!