At the library,
I sit in my usual seat.
Do you sense my gaze?
I wish you would look at me.
Yet I am afraid
Of what I may or may not see…
I am the lonely crow that prays
To join the trio of lovely doves
Who painted my feathers black
With their betrayal, and flew away.
My honorary sisters,
Crows in disguise
Forced to destroy me
With their tangles of lies
I miss you
I hate you
I wish you
I…
I can’t say it.
You have done too much.
Do you feel me watching you
Oh, so desperately
From across the library?
You won’t turn to look at me
But here is where I’ll always be.