She slowed down
So that he would walk right past her.
If the yellow duck on her wallet
Could just speak for itself
It would have screamed of pain
As she tighted her grip on it,
Just as her chest squeezed her heart shut
So that its heartbeats would be muffled,
Masking its passion for the existence of one
Who never must find out the truth;
So behind indifference, she hides.
As he continued trodding forward,
She stared at his wide back
And tall figure that cast looming shadows.
She secretly wished that at this height of his,
He wouldn't manage to steal a peek
Right into her very soul.
That is where she belongs:
Walking in silence
Behind the man she adores,
And just like air that's so natural,
Nobody will take notice.