Talking, and talking to my dear friends
Looking around seeing all of the beautiful masterpieces
One man, sitting in a corner
Occasionally glancing over with glossy-brown eyes.
He thinks I don’t notice
But I do indeed.
I wonder, “Will he dare? ” and, “Will he dare? ”
My dress is bunching up at the end
I try to hide it using the light teal wall.
The friends of mine are going on about Michelangelo
But all I can concentrate on is that man in the corner.
I wish he would make a decision to come over.
I wish he would know I want to talk.
I’ve seen him before, mornings, evenings, and afternoons.
Maybe I should do something, maybe I should move.
But I am pinned, tied up, and stuck.
I can’t bring up the courage to talk.
I wish that we would be together, his hair, morning coat
His necktie, arms and legs.
What a masterpiece this man is on his own.
We have been waiting for a chance,
Lingering just to talk.
No one of us has courage; will he ever make the move?
Rach Gent
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-song-of-j-alfred-prufrock-from-the-other-side/
