The coffee.
The third time I read the sentence
I knew it was futile.
My eyes hurt as much as my brain.
I looked at you again.
Even against the darkness,
I noticed the slight crease of your brows
And the mirth on your lips
As you read through the lines.
You paused, looked back
And typed furiously.
I flipped the magazine in my hands.
Funny, I can’t remember what her name is
But I know she gets paid 5000 an hour.
Numbers do really amaze me more than words.
My gaze went back to you again.
The fifth in ten minutes.
I am grateful that Shang has a joke for a generator
This way I get to observe you as boldly as I can.
I saw you squint at the page.
You used to do that when you were thinking.
Now, it could be the light.
Silently, I wondered
What else changed in 5 years?
I traced the contours of your face with my eyes
My gaze lingered at your lips.
You still are beautiful.
I emptied what’s left of my cup
And hoped that that went unnoticed.
I raised my eyes again
Only to find amusement in yours.
Uh-oh, busted.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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