He Watched Her Go

He watched her go

From one affair to another,

This sophisticated woman

Not promiscuous by any

Stretch of the imagination,

Just looking, searching

For that special something,

She appeared to have found it

A couple of times

But it didn’t find her,

It fizzled and left her hanging

Crying and blue for weeks

And weeks on end,

Oh certainly femme fatale

Crossed his mind from time to time

But he couldn’t buy into

That theory, she was too special,

Strange as it may sound

He seemed to be drawn deeper

To her with each of her failed liaisons,

Whether she knew it or not

Cared or not

No one ever knew,

Sometimes we would see

Him sitting staring at the sky

Like a boy dreaming

About riding on a cloud.