Your Eyes

No one ever paid attention to me before you.

Sitting at my desk, blushing over what you said,

It set in that I had never been anyone's centerpiece.

Always overlooked, always overshadowed

By a mom or a kid or something, someone

Always got in the way of how my man saw me.

Then you came along, not even looking for anything,

And sent me hurling to the ground.

The sound of another sweet text fills me with lava,

Or gravy, or something else warm and smooth,

And I can't wait until I walk into the door

To see you sitting on the couch, cradling a beer,

Waiting to hear about my day and help me cook.

My boss passes and I hide my smile briefly,

Though I know I am just another worker bee to her,

Just another ant in the line to everyone else.

It doesn't bother me anymore, now that you're here

Because I know that at least one person orbits me.