I See Them Clearly

I see them clearly, although they try to remain hidden. They laugh, and talk, flirting with each other. Why can they not see I would like some alone time? I never get that any more. This new foreman is a great guy, but there is always music now Or talking or a pretty girl, visiting, bringing muffins. I liked the blonde one last week; she brought me an apple. I stand here, silently, not making fun of them, but wanting to. Seeing them clearly is my favorite thing to do. She is not making headway; I know because of his stance. He is a great guy, but should not play poker. He has so many tells, I will be able to get an apple. I stand and wait for the blithering and blathering to stop. He is too polite. He needs to get rid of them faster. Plus, he is my man. I do not share easily. I wish I could step on her foot. I really do.