Exquisite

I sat in the cafe  
Pen and notebook  
In my hands  
   
You were with her  
The way    
You held her hand  
Was exquisite    
   
Her tapered fingers  
Held by yours  
A reminder  
Of how we used to be  
   
I would drown  
In your eyes  
As your hand  
Engulfed mine  
   
As I tapped  
My pen  
My gaze traveled  
To your face  
   
I realize  
That you  
Don’t think about me  
Anymore