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By Jon Date: 2002 Aug 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.05.21.29.17325]] |
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sitting in his usual spot in the bookstore sipping on his rasberry ice tea he's reading poetry alone he wonders if that glance from the cute but not beautiful girl in the next table means more than what it really was ...just a glance... he usually thinks about past loves during times like this trying to keep the faith he swears the girl he is meant to write for is somewhere out there he also realizes some people are just meant to be alone and he just might be one of those people he wonders if anyone will ever notice as he sits there alone but he decides that he is better off alone either to make himself feel better or as a reminder to tell the next girl not to bother because she'll be wasting her time you can't save an angel that's fallen but then again, he's no angel so in that case... you can't save a man who misses being a boy he wonders if a passing glance will ever mean more than what it really was probably not he decides as the cute but not beautiful girl in the next table over gets up to leave she glances over at his table as she exits out the door but nothing more not a wave not a smile just a glance he quickly looks away and proceeds to read poetry alone |