A glance,
wondering what she is doing.
No eye contact,
because she is focused,
on what I don’t know.
Squished in her chair
concentrating on her life.

A peek of youth runs through my my mind.
Reminding me of my inexperience.
She looks up as I look away.
Never knowing, I exist or that she is immortalized in a poem.

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