over a disappointing coffee he speaks of her
eyes lighting up as he gains momentum
words poetically detailing a greek goddess
out spills all the things he wishes to tell her

and i sit and listen, take in the love engulfing the room
his smile is infectious, heart so full it may burst
i am happy, swept up in the commotion of adornment
while words of admiration bounce through the air

he mentions her name and it stings; my heart deflates
i long to be that girl, but it is not me he loves

Image courtesy of Erik Witsoe