His Influence Poem by Ruth Gordon

He leaned over to her chair,
Creating disturbances in the air
He whispered
She giggled.

He looked back at the wall
A sorry smile on his lips
You are just about to fall
I have to watch it all

The following day, she was slumped in the chair,
He watched her, and her wild hair
He spoke.
She choked.

He looked out the window
Pretending to be in limbo
You have just started to fall
I have to watch it all

I watched them both,
Every day after that
She was becoming ugly
As she cracked.

One day, worse than all the rest
I noticed that he was not the best.
I pushed between them,
I spoke to her alone.