the other night i saw her
i woke and knew she was there
she looked at me serenely
past the curtains of her hair

i felt i had seen her face before
so i asked her for her name
she said no more, avoided my eyes
and hung her head in shame

every day since then i've wondered
tonight; if she'll come once more
sometimes i think i feel her
but i can never be quite sure

i sense a feeling of watching
of her eyes looking at mine
i try to stay awake for her
and hope she'll give me a sign

i cry in frustration and longing
like a child coaxing a pet
until my face is soaked with tears
and my blanket and pillow are wet

i speak to her like she can hear me
i never expect a reply
before sleep i glance at the window and door
but i know not myself why

when she was here i barely noticed
but now she is gone, i can feel;
its as though the warmth is gone from my soul
my heart has been welded from steel

without her here i am obsessed;
i can sense the onset of insanity
with her she has taken not only my warmth
but also my humanity