I see you looking at me.
You are no-one special, you know...
the way you stand near me,
forcing me to be aware of your presence...
when your eyes seek mine, making contact
and then pretending its accidental
I am fully aware of your tricks
and they certainly do not affect me
and, should you not be around for even one day
I shall not miss you or even notice that you are gone
and when I bump into you again my
heart will not leap and my pulse will not quicken..
Because you are no-one special, you know...
Neat poem. Self-deprecating in its quiet put down of the person whom you are engaging.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! It does happen at times in our lives!