our Godot

[woven ruin]

Here I stand, unnoticed by you,
With every daydream about
a possible us.
Here I stand, unheard by you,
when I say things too low for
you to notice,
Here I stand, unnoticed by you,
When noone else is around me
Here I stand, unnoticed by you.

Here I stand, hoping and waiting
for our Godot

the first part is a parallelism with an "old" poem of mine, "unnoticed"