Childish Drama Poem by Leonard McGee

I am forced to admit daily
that it is a damn shame
How I fantasize about her
constantly on the morning train

I take mental pictures so she
does not catch me staring
I notice her hair, nails, shoes, bags,
makeup and the outfit she is wearing

I know she use to use
Cover Girl, but switched to MAC
and that her natural color’s brown,
but she dies it black

I know her best friends name,
her favorite book,
that she’s afraid of cats,
and that she can’t cook

I know she loves kids,
but doesn’t want any,
and that she likes her shape,
but hates being skinny

I study her like a prime suspect,
in search of a little eye contact
Hoping she’ll flash a smile,
so that I could shoot one back
Before we get to her stop,
and it all fades to black

At that point I am another day
older and just a little dumber
For so foolishly enjoying such
childish drama