I Sit and Study Her

Pensive is what I think for I have given her a smile But received nothing in return Deep I thought, possibly an artist, A writer, a philosopher, a teacher, a mom. She probably has a million things happening. If I sat down and said hi, it would be rude. If I brought her food or a drink She might be frightened. So I sit on this side of the room Where we are both comfortable, Studying her, taking notes. I am doing a little character sketch and a full poem, for she has a lovely face. Deep in thought, I do not see or hear her leave.