The Remnant

Well I guess today's a creative day for me...another poem entitled The Remnant.  Remember...feedback is welcome!


The Remnant 
by Nathan Taylor

I watch her

But I don't watch from a distance

Looking directly into her eyes

But she doesn't see me

I watch her

From the end of her bed

Changing in front of the mirror

But she doesn't see me

I watch her

Slowly removing her clothes

Dropping them on the floor

But she doesn't see me

I watch her

Getting into bed

Gently falling asleep

But she doesn't see me

I watch her

Wrestling with her dreams

Tossing and turning

But she doesn't see me

I watch her

Sitting upright

Opening her eyes

Calling my name

But she doesn't see me

I watch her

Realising I am gone

Crying herself back to sleep

But she doesn't see me