I don't know you
And it's probable
That we'll never lay eyes on eachother again.
But of course, that would imply that you saw me
And as far as I know
You were totally unaware
That I was watching.
I wondered about you
With your peacoat and jeans
Gel-spiked hair and ever-present Blackberry
In hand.
Did you love the girl you were sitting with,
Did you even notice her presence, or were
You simply worried she might scuff your
Italian shoes
If her foot happened to meet yours under
the table where you sat not eating?
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