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