Blinking

Thoughts moving round and round
In a spiral
Floating around in my head
Like a viral
Sitting on a high chair
Feet dangling in air
Not eager to find the ground
Forms and faces all around.
Pretty.
Lonely.
Giggling.
Conspiring.

He sits across
Seemingly aimless
Like me

Distracted looks are thrown
In my direction
Occasionally listening
Rarely talking
Smiling with concentration
Blinking.
Pointing.
Sometimes talking with his hands

Gooodbye to romance
I get another glance
A note is passed
Slipped surreptitiously
Into my sweaty palm

Do I care?
Maybe I do
Maybe not?
Oh, I'd love company
But not just yet