Victim of Lethologica

To Look

Our eyes, they met across the room

A small smile adorned her lips, I beamed.

We stared for a moment and then turned away,

My heart was racing, I looked again- she was gone.

My fingers itched to reach out, to touch her,

Make sure she was still here, make sure she was real.

I looked at her once, she was smiling at someone else,

I felt like crying but I smiled too- she was gone.

My tongue, I bit it, refrained from saying anything

Don't talk, I thought, you can't look too desperate.

We didn't speak again, our eyes met only once.

It broke my heart, she looked away- she was gone.

My feet, they stumbled, on the way outside,

Say goodbye, my mind screamed, I uttered a word.

The silence I had received broke once again,

I got into the car and looked back- she was gone.

The rain, it raced down my window, cool under my palm,

I watched it, a blur of colours through tears and rain,

On we drove forward without stopping once,

Out of this town and I never looked back- I was gone.