Thinker

#20

"I Saw Him"

The first time I saw him,
He held her close enough,
To lose her.
He looked at her,
Like there's no 'morrow.
There was something,
In his eyes that glisten;
Whenever he looked at her.
There was something in his nothing.
Which made me think,
He's different than others.
I guess that what attracted me.

But when I saw him again now,
There was someone else in his arms.
Who held him close enough,
Not out of fear of losing;
But to show others that he'd moved on.
There was something,
That was understandable.
Which made me think,
He's desperate for attention.
I guess that what disgusts me.

~sg