'Come over here' he said <br /> <br />'Let's you and me <br />talk private. <br /> <br />I've noticed you <br />noticing me <br />and I wonder if <br />that is illusion <br />and am I making it up <br />or if it is true <br />and you did <br />notice me. <br /> <br />If not fine <br />I'm gone. <br /> <br />If so <br />let's talk. <br />What is the truth? <br /> <br />She: <br />'Yes I noticed you- <br />I saw you; <br />I mean <br />but that is all- <br />I noticed' <br /> <br />He: 'Well what did you think of me <br />when you noticed me? <br />Did you like me? ' <br /> <br />She: , <br />'Like you? <br />I don't know you' <br />. <br />'Well what did you think. <br />Well I thought you, , , , <br />Actually I didn't <br />I wasn't thinking <br />I was just noticing? <br />' <br />Ok, nothing <br /> no spark? <br />'No, no spark.' <br /> <br />In my twenties i would look into every <br />face and ask <br />are you my Future One? <br /> <br />And each face I peered into <br />would be examined and evaluated <br />and ultimately graded <br />and done within 3 seconds. <br /> <br />But if one <br />noticed me <br />noticing <br />I would end up <br />in conversations <br />like the above one.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-one-96/
