You.

And to do what?
Fall and sway
like a seaweed in the tide?

Wait, anticipating
never said words?

I lap at your feet,
a puppy craving glances,
stealthy touch.

I see you together
and my bones ache
for that strength of feeling,
for you and I to -
but wait;
to do what?

You will never know
and for me, it carries on.