Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul

Go. (a poem)

When I look out the window,

I try and look past all the miles between us,

until I can see your face.

You're laughing

you smile

you're so happy that even I'm glad.

But your happiness is not for me,

your smiles don't grace my face.

You can't even see that I'm here.

So I leave,

back to the window I'm looking out of,

and quietly,

ever so quietly,

so I don't disturb your beautiful laughter

or accidentally make you remember that I ever existed,

I close the blinds and go.

Go.

Shortest sentence in the English language.