ach. the sound affect.

i've always kept my eye on you, 
just watching,
maybe just hoping 
even an ounce of 
humility 
will reveal itself in you..
[i like to think humility is this 
beautiful invisible cloak
that sways on some people, 
you know what i mean?]
and here you were again today,
your shirt pressed
your hair gelled and shaped
closely against your ears.
i watch your eyes, 
they look quite assured. 
your walk. 
also assured. 
you walk past the crusty late 
pile of us 
who are shoved 
haphazardly 
in the silver bleaches in 
the back.
i rather like it 
back here.
a lowly place to be, 
[we are all ashamed and embarrassed 
at our tardiness.]
if you ask me. 
and i keep watching
as you retrace your steps
and walk past us again-
i think to myself-
where is he going?
where does he need to be?
[and one might suggest 
he was looking 
for an open seat. 
there were plenty
for the taking, 
i assure you]
and those eyes of yours 
i watch as they dart 
to the left to the right
in expectation
you are looking to be seen 
to be noticed 
you walk past two more times
your gait strong, confident,
slow and purposeful.
i want to look away at such arrogance
but i can't help but 
weakly watch. 
you finally find a seat, 
riiiiight in the front.
of course 
you would.