Watchtower

I watched you watch him. It was killing me
To see your loving focus turn that way,
But I kept watching. If I could not see
Your eyes, then I at least would see what they
Were looking at, and in that looking share
Some little of your feelings; even though
I cannot love him, and I do not dare
To think you don't, and even though I know
That seeing what you see will only bring
More heartache, I must watch. To look at you,
Even when you go to him, and cling
Onto his arm, is what I want to do
Because it lets me know you. I can feed
My eyes with you, if not my inner need.