• How Can It Be?


    How can it be, that she wrote his name in her diary a thousand times,
    Yet her name never once crossed his mind?

    How can it be, that when she looked at him she saw into his very soul,
    Yet when he looked at her it was as if he looked right past her through a hole?

    How can it be, that his face was etched into her memory,
    Yet hers was unfamiliar as can be?

    How can it be, that every night he visited her in her dreams,
    Yet he knew not who he was visiting?

    How can it be, she cried a thousand tears over him,
    Yet he never noticed the effect of his sin?

    How can it be, her pain was there for all to see,
    Yet the scars to his eyes were such a mystery?

    How can it be, that he was the cause of her final fall,
    Yet he never knew that she ever lived at all?