the art of loving you

fifty seven.

people notice
how she and i
make heart eyes
at each other.
apparently it is obvious
even from a distance
for across the cafeteria
you see it
or maybe sense it,
((there was a time
we knew each other
better than ourselves))
but either way,
i receive the first text
i've gotten from you
in months
i'm sorry.
and i am too,
for a moment.
across the cafeteria,
you and i
catch gazes.
i wonder if we
will ever learn
that maybe we can all
coexist.