The man standing there

She turns.
We lock eyes and my heart double times it.
I take her in. Savour her.
Sure enough she smiles, lips pulling up and my joy with them.
She purses her lips into a pert air kiss, watching me as I take it in.
Ensuring she’s made her point she looks beyond me.
To the man standing there.

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