yes i felt your eyes on me
staring through the café window as i read
i even flicked a lid and checked you out
and even though
from cursory examination
you're just my type (whatever that is)
i ignored you
these days i stay buried in books
the printed word my salvation
my ticket away from a mirror
throwing back nothing but mistakes
my reservoir of resilience dried up
burnt black in the scorching heat of loss
so i ignored you and your interested smile
i can afford a new book every now then
but have no wherewithal
to pay the price demanded for a heart