In the short time I've taken
to walk along this street
I've watched you
as through a store-front window.
I saw you smile, saw you frown,
watched others play with you
like a toy whose newness has gone.
I've known you as well as I could
you've know me as well as you dared,
keeping a wall of glass between us always.
Now as I turn to walk away,
(I've new streets to travel, you see)
I carry a slight regret,
knowing that even if I'd emptied
all the pockets of my heart,
it wouldn't have been enough
to keep you.
katie 6/99