the brunette and her friend

 

the brunette and her friend

 

they’re here again today, those two

sitting by the shelves as usual

they come here every day

the brunette and her friend

 

but i think she’s in love with the friend

i’ve seen the way she stares

how her eyes lighten up

and how she won’t spare a glance at anyone

or anything else but the other

 

is it okay to ask questions?

because i can’t help but notice

how she struggles to hide her red cheeks

when i ask if they’re together

 

though i see her mouth drawing down slowly

when the other promises that they’re just friends.

 

-starshine, 7^th of June 2021

this poem is about unrequited love but from a complete stranger's point of view. Seeing someone (that someone being the brunette) be hopelessly in love with someone else while she's merely a friend to the other. I see them come here to this little book shop I work at, I see them every day, knowing well the brunette sees it as a date while her friend thinks they're just catching up. And after I've taken a lot of courage, I finally ask them if they're together and while the brunette struggles to hide her shy smile and flushed cheeks, her friend insists that they're just friends. 

 aaaand thank u for reading my poem! That was one rough analysis huh? Sorry, I'm not very good with words lately. I'm also never good with analyzing things so yikes. 

Anyway, again, thank u for reading my poem :D I appreciate it. Au revoir.