She had hands but couldn’t touch you
Ears but you never spoke a word
Eyes that couldn’t see clearly filled often with tears
Mind that thought only of you
Heart that failed her to beat for you
Feet that grew numb, too weak to walk to where you were
Lips that only wanted to kiss you
A voice to whisper into your ears
Arms to hold you only
A chest for you to lay on
A nose that knew no other But your odour
But even then
You cut her off
Made her appear and feel invisible and lame.
Didn’t her Love mean a thing to you?
Wasn’t her loudest word not loud enough?