Her Reality
She’s sitting at the bar,
thinking of the guy that has the ability to make her cry.
Make tears run down her pretty little face,
tears of both joy and sorrow.
He’s done it again…
Left her to stay up all night thinking about him.
Time difference - distance,
he sits in his studio…
he picks up his phone, looks for her name…
he can’t call her, she could be busy…
he sends her a text…
“hi :]“
Miles away from her,
he sits at his desk,
intrigued in a conversation -
with someone else.
He knows she cares.
Perhaps they are on different pages of this book,
but how long will it take for him to realize,
she’s not in front of her laptop anymore?
A few blocks from a bar,
he kicks a rock towards the stoplight,
he knows not what to think or yet alone do.
He’s been trying to see her,
he can’t bring himself to express himself,
not through call, text or internet.
Her phone goes off-
New Text Message.
She opens it and laughs…
Typical of his behavior.
She checks her social network-
“Let’s have coffee”-
That’s nice of him.
She looks down at her instant message…
no reply.
Her heart slowly breaks.
They are everything she wants in a guy –
just not the guy she thinks she wants.
