All Alone

There she sat, all alone. I was nervous, I was kind, I built up my courage, I built up my faith. She looked good, Her hair was curly and was flowing she had a loud smile, reading Kafka, she was sweet, and I took a deep breathe, and drowned in her beauty. I finally stood up and started walking over, till a man sat down next to her. "Hey baby!" "Hi, Honey!" Those couple words were exchanged and sealed with a single, wet kiss. I went back to my seat, and sat all quiet. I wrote this poem, all alone. -10-25-2013-