she is .

solitary,
she is .
naturally confined to her mind..
looking through the window shades..
raining on her soul

wanting,
she is .
perpetually searching..
yearning for love..
who's - love
on this court, she plays..
this game for two
she cannot lose
she, gaurds her wound
heart in pieces
because of, you .

ring her bell,
she says .
ring..her..bell in hopes
you are the guest in which
privileged, to be let in .
leaving, wet coat and shoes at front
she, cannot front, with you
she knew, you had plans
to dance, just tonight .

regretful, always
she feels .
just another stray..
dog, awake to play
her .
no restraint or thought of tomorrow
just to borrow, her
precious, soft, luscious -
time .
wasted .

assumptions
she makes .
determined at preserving, what
IS left of her-self .
another ringing, at her bell .
still yearining
yet learning..

she is .