Back Row

Sip your coffee in silence.
Life on the backrow isnt that bad.
Watching culture change
in small increments.
Girls constantly playing
with their hair.
Perfect, manicured nails
in a sea of auburn strands.
Curiously wondering if her profile
is as alluring as the soft
skin on her neck.
It's breaking up on Valentines Day.
Chocolate covered strawberries
alone in a restaurant.
The safety of a warzone,
a cold hug on a warm day.
So sit quietly,
dont change a thing.
One day my seat will
open up.