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The Next Table Over

I see her smile,
He makes her happy.
The way she leans
Into him; the way
She flips her hair
Off her neck;
The way she turns
Her head, so subtly,
Revealing the nape
Of her neck.

The way her eyes
Glisten and sparkle
With every humorous
Thing he says; not
For one micro second,
Being distracted by
Anything around her.

The way she touches
His arm or his
Shoulder; or perhaps
Unconsciously placing
Her hand on his
Thigh, and resting
It there for a moment
Or two.

I feel a twinge of
Envy overcome my
Body; of not desiring her,
But desiring the
The pleasure of what
I'm seeing, with a
Love of my own.
He makes her happy,
I desire to make
Someone happy.
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Posted: Aug 2010

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What a lovely poem cambuff, I hope you get what you are looking for. A lot of people here will relate to these sentimentsteddybear
Thank you ,Redex.

Sometimes I feel as if it weren't the people in the poets corner,
I'd just be lost in the shuffle of life.

Thank you, again!

this is lovely cambuff..hug
thumbs up bouquet bouquet
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