POEM: Linger

Linger

the slow way you rove your eye
scanning me without turning your head
here I sit by the next table
sipping from my cup in silence
seemingly unmindful of you
I feel the way you look at me
with avowed disinterest
a stranger
sizing another stranger
one table away

I sigh and wink in your direction
you turn your head away
and slouch in your seat

message received
I ask for the check and leave

--andoy
27 May 2005

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My blog had a visitor, and gave a comment.  And I visited her blog, and left this poem as a comment.  Wala lang.  Just off the top of my head.

--andoy
27 May 2005