Erraticness

He Watched Her

He stood there as she closed her locker,
Faint glimmer in her eyes to his that wander.
Where he met her that fleeting time—
Is like an emperor holding up the shiniest dime.

He watched her walked away when their gazes met.
The smile on her face triggered him—but forced not—to fret.
From the steep roads to wide parks he'd see her.
Small grins, excessive freckles and velvety hair, thick like fur.

He watched her get curious with him.
As she compelled herself to know him up to the brim.
Shy greeting, brief talks, a treat, help and "take good care."
It was enough to fill the vastness she had to bare.

He watched her fall in love.
Evidently, she fell for him, tried to hide and fly like a dove.
Regardless of those they won't suffice as cover-up.
For she was caged in the idea; it wasn't just bluff.

He watched her become isolated.
Odd for she had breakdowns, solitude and seemed confused.
No longer cascading the giddiness she kept,
That he wondered if she slept.

He watched her become gone.
People who knew, ignored, and watched her became one.
Crashing down to see the angelic face in dire—
Beautiful lady breathlessly lying inside the tomb she'd conspire.

He stood there as her name was engraved,
Gust of regret, despair and agony in him ravaged.
He didn't get to do anything but to watch...
Never even get to save her from dying into countless ash.