Is it really over

Effortlessly, wishing for him back.
She desperately longs for his touch, as she gazes out to him, reminiscing on there long lost past. Mesmerized by how he used to make her feel, torn to pieces, because of how it’s ended. She’s lonely, but she shows up to certain occasions like this, knowing he’ll be there, hoping he’d notice. Phening for him, as she wonders if he looks out and sees her, if to him; She’s just some lady in the crowd. She wonders, if to him, it’s really over.