We sit. We talk.
We touch. We laugh.
We exist.
He sees me staring.
He doesn’t know.
He’ll never realize.
Even if one day,
I did love him;
I could never be
IN love with him.
He pokes my side;
Questioning with his eyes.
All I can do is smile.
How do I tell him?
There’s somebody else.
My heart is taken;
I don’t want anyone else.
It doesn’t matter what he does,
What he says.
He’ll never compare.
He’ll always be
Second best.
Does he deserve that?
He rolls his eyes.
“It’s just sports,” he says.
My demeanor changes;
He doesn’t understand.
It’s not just sports
It’s Duke Basketball,
And there’s nothing
Better than that.