her chest bones get my eyes and thoughts.
her dresses.
the way she walks around the parking lot.
perfect posture.
she has no idea.
that I watch her through the windows.
and love passing her in the hallway.
I hope her husband.
tells her she is beautiful every single day.
I found her on Facebook.
but I am afraid to send her a friend request.
she waved to me today.
down the hall.
it reminded me that we all have actions.
I wonder if she knows.
that a dumb drunk hipster.
has the hots for her.
and wrote this damn poem.