Dexterous hands, unmoving stare to your screen
gulp then sip your steaming cup of tea
through that stray strand of hair
Did it never heed?
Reward the waiter's cliché stance for a tip
with an exasperated sigh
Tire in the morning?
Now I know what you'll have for supper
All in ten minutes before you leave
I watch you through my stitch
edging closer to notable madness
But I'm okay with it