Lovesick

He sips his fragrant peppermint tea languidly,

Watching the flawless girl at the next table.

He sighs as she laughs, wiping the whipped cream

That has smudged her boyfriend's chin,

Feeling her fingertips against his bottom lip.

But he doesn't say a word to them, only sits lonely

And longing to tell her that he loves her more than

Boyfriend could ever pretend.