And just for thought...
I sit and observe, watching their moves.
She sits, twirling her finger around her hair
And I notice her strap has fallen,
The way the gentleman sits behind her,
The way he stares at the bareness of her shoulder.
Sometimes there is a cattiness that swirls around my head
And I feel slightly guilty for wickedness
That sighs underneath my breath.
She is oblivious to his thoughts
Though the volume in his silence screams
At me from across the room
But I sit, watching how this silent film plays out
Because, for the moment, he is just a stare.
So many stares, looks, unspoken words fill the air.
I find myself the keeper of these observations,
Safely tucked into the back of my mind
And analyzed for further dissection
When I sit down to spill them all out here.
I want to fix her strap, to shoo him away
But I sit, always watching the room.
He smiles at me, looking up,
And I smile back,
Both retreating back into our own corners
While the girl with her bare shoulder is oblivious.
When I think back to all those times
When my mind said so much
While my lips spoke nothing
I realize my heart wins far more often than my head
Because I would rather be kind than to behave harshly.
Sometimes I question it is that more for me than you,
Knowing it doesn't matter much.
I bare my shoulders in other ways.
I know how tender my skin can be
And I know the stares ready to devour it just the same
But notes I take, building a wall of words
To keep it all out, the wickedness of these sighs.
I retreat back into headphones and observations,
Watching the silence that falls around me
And cataloging it for another day.
Sometimes there is humor in our tiny tragedies,
A sweet comfort in our moments in between
When we think no one is looking.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.