i spend the rest of my day wondering why we are so poor at love
sitting on the subway looking at you looking at me
i have a hard time reading this morning's paper
small wars in asia have no appeal when i can look at your eyes
labour troubles in europe do not interest me
as much as your smile
i see you looking at me and my heart races at every stop
i do not want you to get off
i want to spend the day riding the subway looking at you
i want the courage to stand, walk over to you and say hello
i return to my paper saddened because i know i won't
vou will get off or i will get off
and that will be the end of it
i know you are pleased when you look at me
it is there in your eyes, they arc saying
"i'm sorry too, how do we solve this riddle?"
the sports page is no consolation
what difference does it make
the leafs do not matter
as much as your smile
as it gets up
walks to the door
and then leaves
your eyes a sad goodbye
i miss my stop thinking
i should have acted
sitting on the subway looking at where you were sitting
i realize that you really wanted me to
and i spend the rest of my day wondering
why we are so poor at love
Copyright © michael dennis / Ordinary Press 1982
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