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.