Sewing Wings

She is not a lottery

You can not win her

She is not a game show 

You can not spin her

She is not a fish to catch

There isn't a strong enough net

She's just like anyone else

Who's not like anyone you've ever met

She's not waiting 

In a tower for you

With a bleeding scalp

And wringing hands

She's not writing

Your name next to hers 

She won't know you 

She won't understand

She's not a picture

Time holds her closer than you

She's not a whisper

All your shouting can't undo

She's not a day dream

Or your sweaty fantasy collage

She won't be there in your kitchen 

when you come in 

from the garage

She's not praying

For you before she falls asleep

Breathless, heart pounding

For you to make her knees feel weak

She's not 'round the corner

Or across the aisle when you're on the train

If she's anywhere 

It's where she was going anyway

You're just seeing things
You're just sewing wings
On a flightless bird
Don't count the coins
In wishing wells
While you're hearing things
You never heard