Unrequited Lust?
Published Sunday, January 22, 2006 by Marcus | E-mail this post
You didn't notice me,
As I sat right next to you.
Your back turned to me,
Was I invisible?
We only spoke once,
When I passed you the vinegar.
So I passed the time
Admiring the waitress instead.
It was time to leave,
And you offered me a smile,
Or two,
And then I thought,
For a while,
That you,
Maybe...