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I stood a way away, watching her and him
It never bothered me at all, but now this was different
He was becoming strange, not talking as much
Always texting someone else when we went out to lunch
And then I found out why, as I stood there, watching.
Her stance and her smile, all held with care
She was doing it on purpose, she knew
And I know that she knew
How could she dare?
This guy, he was mine, to all intents and purposes
And yet, that word, mine, lost all credibility
And there was doubt to be found
As I stood there, watching.
I watched, horrified, with silent indignation.
As she tossed her hair, touched his
Fluttered her eyelashes, giggled
She caught my eye, and I caught hers
They had an evil look.
She flashed a grin, then looked at him
And I saw her whisper as I was watching
With a wink and a nudge, he laughed.
They looked and walked away.
Later that day, she would not tell
What she said to him as I watched
From my own personal hell.