Unrequited

I sat alone staring
Out my window,
At you, wandering by,
Immersed in your life.

Would you ever ask me
To come along?
Is there room for me
In your life?

Tomorrow, I fear,
Is a thing of the past,
Since too many words
Have remained unsaid,
And too many days
Have drifted by,

Like you, in my window,
Never looking in,
Never seeing me there,
Waiting to love you.