I want to sit and cross my legs, And you are sitting near. I read some lines and sip my tea, But you are sitting here. I shift my seat and take my time, Warm my hands to ease my mind, Glance your way, at your repose, Shift again and scratch my nose, I focus on the page and mug, Encouraging a mental shrug, Trying, trying to prepare – But you are sitting there. And I, who need not elsewhere be Have no more room for me.
