"All the young girls love (Alfred), tender young Alfred, they say,” modified Elton John lyric.
She claims all the other girls
in our office love me
an absurd idea, I
think,
since they hardly
noticed me
or me, them,
not in the way I notice her
when she is there and when she's not.
I've always prided myself on invisibility,
coming and going like
smoke,
though she noticed
me,
and may hear the
whispers of others I never do
our lives always something other than we think
our lives our, a series of missed opportunities
we later learn about and fret over,
a regret only time can manufacture
and perhaps that's why I cling to this,
knowing if I can't hold onto it now,
I will forever regret
it later, wishing only
she might notice me, and yet,
even then I know it cannot last,
this fatal attraction that has no future,
how now and if not grasped, then lost forever.
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