Invisible

From across the room,
I notice you watching me.
I have known this
From the moment I met you.
I am afraid to tell you
So I divert my attention.
I like him
I want him
I crave for his attention
He is what I want
You are what he is not.
It is not as simple as A B C
If I gave you what you wanted
You wouldn’t look at me in the same way.

© thelma migue 2009

A reply to james wamathai’s poem ‘I like her but she likes him’

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