You are
looking the other way, as usual
Not as much disinterested as
oblivious
I shouldn't care,
should not even lose a minute of sleep
but I do and I will
Your lack of interest,
delicate and lilac scented,
does not deter me.
You will continue looking the other way,
I will continue hoping you will glance at me by accident.
The fact that I hold out hope a mystery,
or perhaps just
a tribute
to the blueness of your eyes