Ignorance

Your hands tremble in this
Twenty-degree weather and you
Watch the condensation flow out your mouth
As you exhale and fidget.
Fidget, fidget, fidget.
It's what you're good at, right?
While everything crumbles down
And you've lost your senses.

She stands across the parking lot
Hands stuffed in her warm pockets
His arm lays around her waist
And he tucks a curly tendral behind her cold ear.

Your eyes catch each other for a glimpse
And she smiles softly to herself.
His hands pull her harshly away
And she snaps her head back towards you.

You shake your head and walk the opposite way.
Stupid, you miss your opportunity
For love, lust or romance.

Farewell, fair maiden.