Ghost Of Connaught Place

Her face haunts my every way.

In the peace of night,

And the dreams of day.

She is my work,

She is my play.

Though she doesn’t look my way.

My first and last,

Thought and breath.

Like heroin or crystal meth.

No matter if I play hard,

And harder, pray.

Her spirit possesses,

She is here to stay.

Just to see her lifts me up.

Not looking back, brings me down.

She is my highest high,

My saddest frown.

She doesn’t know I exist,

So will never see,

How much I desire her,

To look and notice me.