this isn't me
that can't be you
standing at the bar
by yourself
no one there
contemplating your beer
i watch as you peel the label
not knowing i'd just walked in
fascinated i stare
at your hands moving slowly
peeling, peeling away
long fingers
big hands
i lick my lips, smile nervously
readjust my shirt
twirl my earring
bite my lip
think about walking over
you're not expecting me
to come walking in tonight
i take a deep breath
you peel your label
my feet move
your head turns
eyes meet, lock
you stop