Sonnet On R Poem by George Price

I saw you sitting at a bar last night,
Sipping drinks, laughing softly as you do,
And not looking up, not seeing me write
Of your smiling eyes, your dress so blue,
Your twirling curls, like a tangle of down,
And that scent, that scent I remember well,
That used to make me sick at heart and frown
With knowing that I'd never hold you. Hell,
It was so hard to see you smiling then,
Without me. And now it brings back fondness
At my foolish thought; I could hold you when
I never did ask. And now there is less
Between me and you, for you are silent,
And do not look at me, so I lament.