A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
You see them together and look away.
Anything is more interesting
Than that cheesy love,
That romantic infatuation that annoys
Because it never ends
And you’ve moved on from being excited for them.
You roll your eyes
In what has become a reflex
During their displays of affection.
But I also see
That look in your eyes
Those few seconds you are watching.
What is that emotion?
That thought inside your head?
I may be inclined
To call it longing.