The Object of your Affection

For what do you do when
the object of your affection

likes you less than you do?

For what do you do when

he walks by
lit cigarette in hand, the
winter sun
lighting his face as he swings
his hips so casually

For what do you do when

the laugh that you share
is dissolved in the
morning mist
over the chai cup

For what do you do when

the half-glance in your
direction, makes you want
you, the mouse
living in the dark
and he the demi-god
who does not return your
look.