coupling whims:fancies

i saw a girl
no more than 12 (caught in the self-absorbing throes of adolescence)
morosely studying just that little
bit of paint [cluttering]
up the dizzying mezzanine
thinking no doubt
of love (puppy: canine, young dog; inexperienced and painful, this trip
will cost you.)

i sat quietly
nursing my own sorrows
and observing her.

i saw a woman
just blossomed into
(whatever) comprises the satirical benchmark of adulthood
staring into [space]
but nevertheless
about her worth
in life.
(and the round and round of all that is,
the round and round of all that no longer matters, and is inconsequential, and is intangible.
and there's no meaning in working so hard,
is there.)

i sat quietly,
draining the dregs of my own bitter brew
and observing her.

i saw a lady
well into the multiscented kaleidoscope of things (things: objects, of specific nature; referring to a well defined group of items)
channeling all her energies into
the phone she holds in her hand
juggling
her career and her children and her multitudes of personas
looking so frail between calls (falling only on the lethally bracing qualities
of the caffeine concentrate before her)
i think she may fa.l l ap.ar.t

still i sat quietly
trying to resist the pull
and observing her.

i saw myself
living life as society deems fit
revolving around
the third person (to keep my sanity)

it's my only release.