Blossoms Unseen

There used to be a girl—
Do you remember her?
She used to dog your steps,
Follow you around,
Listen to you talk,
Hang on to your every word,
Blush when you smiled at her.

You remember her, right?
A bit shy, that girl,
She had big black eyes
That did most of the talking
And a soft sweet voice
That we hardly ever heard,
In all those days and years.

Have you forgotten her,
The girl on the edges of the crowd?
She looked so very longingly,
But never spoke to you,
Because she was too scared,
Because it meant too much,
Because she loved you so.

Do you remember,
Or have you forgotten her?
Did you never even know
That she was there?