Disposable

I sit here, pristine, untouched, sandwiched between others of equal sufficiency,
Watching, ever watching as your fingers flit on by,
Swirling in mid air, through hair, tapping out a static rhythm,
Touched to lips, caressing and capturing your daily soliloquy.

A chair scrape, a coffee grind, a thousand overheard conversations.
This is the backdrop, the soundtrack to our every day,
I watch in quiet admiration as your fingers pool at your frowning temple,
As if a magician and summoning thoughts...