We are out
on a date you

set up,

and I am here

wondering,

why do you

have to tell

me how pretty

the woman in

the other

table.

I don’t like this

feeling.

But I’m left

to smile and agree

with you.

“Does she look

cool in her dress?”

Maybe. I answer my

own question in my

head.

“But why you never

looked at me that

way?”

Now, many things

are running inside

my mind.

Then you ask me if

the food is fine.

My tone changes.

You wonder why.
Pls read my mind.