No Longer A Lonely Lover

Finally

                he arrivess
                        walking in with
                                a confindance not
                        not known to
                man.

        He
                looks at me but
                        he doesn't see me.
                His gaze passes
        through
me.

        I
                turn around to
                        see who he might be
                seeing instead
        of 
me.

        He's
                looking at
                        Maggie.
                Poor.
        Poor.
Me.