She sits there, I glance at her body,
The strangest Feelings.  Am I worthy?  
Obsession.  The way she sits, legs crossed, intently focused on a pink iphone in her hand.
I don't exist to someone like her.
Her head, always rocking to an invisible rhythm, begins to turn.
Her eyes shoot upward.  
I duck away.

Unknown.  Evasive.
She clings to my thoughts as she continues to eat.
I stare, puzzled by this attraction.
Two steps.  Closer.  I reach...  And she's gone.