Heights

The beautiful girl stood on high
She stood out of reach
Perfect to no one, not even to me
But still demandingly present
Lingering in the back of every thought
Discussed in the utterance of every word
Viewed in the corner of every sight

I am obsessed

In absurd hope I scream
The air is filled with calls for her love
Calls that are desperate and full, confident
Expecting

She looked down from her heights
And had no words for me