Modern Love

I don't understand what draws one to another these days
When it was such a simple act for me, one glance
Caught from the fifth row of World History class
Such history beginning so simply and offhand,
But today is more complicated, roles and whims
Playing across a crowded stage
Making one sitting in the fifth row wonder at the motivations,
The players taking on such parts
And hiding their own thoughts, deep within, like heavy cats
Lying slyly on throw pillows
Primly sitting with sly, winking eyes
Stating everything and saying nothing,
Leaving me to wonder at the purpose
And watching the actors, still lost at their meaning.