I saw the way she looked at you

And I waited to see how your eyes would reciprocate.

I stood afar off and watched your gaze move slowly,

From the slender hands that held the wine glass

To the blood red lipstick that smiled at you

To eyes that invited you to exotic worlds

And over the top of her exotic hair

Until it rested on the face of another.

Mine.

In a world of many distractions, your eyes choose to focus on me.