Obsession

She stares at him,
It is funny to watch,
She thinks it is all lovey dovey
but it seems more like
deer in headlights
to everyone else.

She is young though,
just turning eighteen,
and he a grown man of
thirty.  She follows him
like a sheep and every
morning, like a dog,
waits by the door.

Sometimes I will tell her,
Stop waiting for him,
Stop giving in, just move forward,
He doesn't even know
your name, but she repeats his
every word and thought,
some obsessed repeating parrot.

I find it sad, but I am just a voice.
One day she will realize
that she is just a peacock
fluttering for attention
in a forest of flowers and butterflies.