Pina colada

Sometimes

I want to talk to you

But where’s the you

that

talked to me?

I see you

Stealing a glance

Every now and then

You stay hidden

Behind her long hair;

The kind I never had;

The kind you always loved

And then

she walks up to me

and asks me

to

stop looking

And you both walk past...

your fingers intertwined with hers

But It makes

me wonder:

does she know

you were

looking too?