Walk On By

			I immerse myself in thoughts of her.
			I close my eyes,
			And see flashes of her -
			Still images of her:
			Smiling at me,
			Holding my hand.
			And my thoughts turn to dreams -
			Dreams of happiness,
			Of life together - 
			Most of all:
			Of peace,
			Comfort...
			I sleep with her my last thought,
			And I sleep deeply.
			And then I see her days later - 
			And my dreams get roughly thrown into the background 
			As she fails to notice me.
			They come back to me once again a few nights later - 
			But how many times can they be thrown back
			Before they are broken?