Standing at the doorway,
Into the room she gazes.
Her eyes slide over everybody,
Looking for his familiar face.
She finally finds him...
Waits while he stays engaged in conversation,
Waiting for him to look up at her.
She's afraid to approach,
Knowing that he knows how strong her feelings are,
Knowing that he can not feel as much...
He can not feel the same.
She waits even longer.
He looks up...finally.
He smiles her way - a friendly grin.
A smile that says, "Nothing's changed...you are still my friend..."