Her Look

I love to look at her

And I love the blank stare

I get in return

A stare which seems to say,

That I am not yours

I guess I have to agree

But I wish she was

And I think she could be

And this intrigues me

I like the sound of it

And I sometimes get the feeling,

Like she enjoys it, too

So here’s to whatever

Here’s to the true and now

This is all but a second,

Wrapped up in a moment

And anyway you slice it up,

I’ll remember it

For the rest of my days

© Dicky J Loweman 2015