You turn slowly,
taking your time as your head swivels my way,
your eyes following not far behind.
I hold my breath in anticipation,
counting the seconds.
Just as I reach three,
your eyes collide with mine.
We share a tantalising moment of sheer bliss.
An understanding passes to and fro.
Our eyes speaking for our hearts, saying much more than I wished to show.
No words spoken. No words needed.
I look down breaking our intense gaze, regretting this decision my eyes dart up in a desperate search to see you once more.
But your gone and I know your not coming back.
You were merely a figment of my imagination. The moment I broke our heated stare, I broke you too.
Just like the others you leave, never to return. For I am real and you are not.
Yet I dare say you are the realist being I have ever encountered.
- Anonymous
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoesíaI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
