Watched

 

She sits at a table deep in thought,

She’s unaware she’s on show.

He sits watching her close,

She’s so beautiful, doesn’t he know.

A strand of hair falls out of place,

She leaves it she lets it hang.

Biting her pen provoking thought,

Unaware of her secret man.

He drinks his coffee, she continues to write,

He wonders what it could be,

Some secret letter or diary date,

He’d give anything to see.

She sips her drunk and gazes round,

He watched her close looking for signs,

She catches his eye and looks down,

She’s wonderful without even trying,

If only she could belong with him,

He’d die happy and in peace.

If only he could be loved in return,

Unrequited, like a disease.

                                Grace Lawton