She calls his name with longing eyes,
But he’s lost in thoughts, a distant sigh.
She seeks his touch, her voice so sweet,
Yet his gaze lingers where our worlds meet.

Her love is patient, soft, and kind,
But I hold the secrets he can't leave behind.
She wonders why he's not the same,
As he silently plays a different game.

Her whispers fill the empty air,
But his heart drifts without a care.
Her love, a fire; mine, a spark—
He’s torn between two worlds, both dark.

She wants his heart, his every glance,
But he’s entranced in a different dance.
Caught between what should and what could be,
I wait, unseen, for him to see me.

He aches for me in silent night,
His longing hidden from her sight.
Her touch, her love, they fill the space,
But his mind drifts...