Seeing Him Again

In this room, with chairs facing the other side, and selfish faces talking
I see the man I love from across the room.
And all I do is stare at the unfamiliar face of a happy man, who sits opposite a happy woman who isn't me.
My hands are shaking, my legs have frozen and my eyes well with tears as my food gets cold.

What would have been if he saw me, will he walk up to me as he lays his eyes on me or will he ignore my gaze.

With this thought, I look around to see those thousands of faces.. wondering if they are looking at him too.
Looking at him the way I am and like the woman he's smiling at.

Just the way someone who loves you would look at you