As you walked past me unseeing...
As you walked on past never noticing or even seeing my being.
Days were shot and passed...
No love here or even been unsurped my feelings of days of last.
My ghostly apperational as well as unseen...
I might as well have been deemed obscene.
I was a ghost of love unheard...
Like as a bird way up high that bird-.
Not even last or second...
Not even second or third.
I was nothing but a phantomed zone...
Doomed to spend my last days unloved alone.
This heart hath known no speeded beat...
No love for thee so indescreet.
Days of wonder for love not sighed...
No love of thee as one denied.
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-might-as-well-have-been-deemed-obscene-as-unseen/
