The Watcher

The watcher stays silent
Keeps its distances
Does as its name suggests:
Watches the people as their lives pass by
When their paths cross for that brief moment
And then returns to the natural course

However, the watcher was weary
This job was thankless and tiring for it
It longed for attatchment, company
It found what it thought was such
But was proven wrong
And left to scatter to the original position
Back to watching the mortal world
Let them experience the pain and heartache
It will just observe and remember

Again, the silent being grows tired
Tired of the routine of loneliness
However, it grows hesitant to try again
Prefers the tiresome routine to pain
So change will be difficult
Habits will stick
Making the watcher stay on the fringes of life
Watching as events pass by
Perhaps its latest encounters will understand?
Maybe they could help, help break the habit?
Show it that there is nothing to fear about interactions
Face to face
Instead of hiding outside the circle

There is always the chance though
Pain will strike again
The habits will set in deeper
Harder to break once it flees into the shadows
Hiding from human interactions again
It can only wonder and curiously wait
And watch as it has always done.