He walked toward me at lunch.
Maybe he wanted to finish
from this morning.
I swore he was looking at me,
but then I got
the paranoid feeling
that he was looking at someone behind me.
My paranoia was real.
He was staring behind me
through the window of the cafeteria
into the misty rain outside.
He was looking at another girl.
I squinted at her through the mist,
and it was only when she turned her head
to look at him that I recognized her.
He was going to sit outside
in the misty rain
with Lindsey, not me.