The Mistook Look

You look at him,

He looks at you,

That sweet gesture is enough for you.

This continues for a few more stations,

Until you’ve gotto bid adieu.

You walk up to the door

And notice with fret,

His eyes never followed your footsteps,

You look back to your seat and realize,

That look was meant for the girl behind.

When? or should I say How?

When did vodka climb up your priority ladder?

 When did ‘ saving us’ get knocked down to the bottom?

Questions we both don’t know how to answer.