Careless Gesture

I watched her sit there,
Oblivious to me.
Her hand carelessly sliding,
Through silky brown hair.

I longed to reach out,
To brush back a stray lock.
To caress her pale cheek,
To touch her soft lips.

But my passion's forbidden,
My desire unwelcome.
Others would hate me,
From her I'd get pity.

So I watch her sit there,
Oblivious to me.
Her hand brushing back,
That stray lock of hair.

 

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