In the Library

I saw her once seeing me
From between the stacks
Of Drama and Dramaturgy.

She shifted her eyes
To the dusty spines,
Even pulled out a book to read.

But in the flash
Between this and that
I saw her seeing me.

Was it deliberate
The split-second delay,
Did she mean me to see?

Or did it betray
The heart of someone
She didn’t want to be?

I think of this, and her,
Lying awake at night,
Does she ever think of me?

Today we shall be friends

Today we shall be friends
And tomorrow
I’ll wait for you to come down
From downy cloud nine
When you have eyes again to see
Your ordinary face.

I have it all figured out now.
First I’d avoid all the regular haunts
Where I always run into you
Seldom by accident.
Then, I’d find other hobbies
Than our shared film class.

I’d meet you still
Occasionally,
But then we’d be
Nodding acquaintances
Who knew each other well
Once.

Today we shall be friends
Because I cannot let you
Sigh your self-satisfied sigh,
“We’re not in the same league,
Of course she’s jealous”
No, just annoyed.

I’d be nice and cheery and play the fool
Wait till you remember who you are
I’d be discrete and gentle
For old time sake
Today we shall be friends
But tomorrow