Him & Her

i. Him

It's 4 o'clock.

I turn towards the doors, knowing she'll walk in any moment now.

Does she know I've been watching her?

Has she even noticed me?

I was cleaning the bookshelf yesterday,

The one she's always rummaging through

She must've seen me, right?

And just then, the door opens,

I catch a glimpse of red hair,

And it's hard to keep from smiling.

She's here.

She's here.

She walks in, wearing a sky blue frock,

That goes down to her knees.

I'm still watching her when all of a sudden, 

She looks right at me.

Her grey eyes, staring right into mine.

So beautiful, so mesmerizing, with a hint of...

Sadness? Longing? Desperation?

What is going on in that beautiful mind of hers?

I'm determined to find out.

I think of saying something to her.

But it's too quiet and she's too far.

I think of going out of the counter and talking to her,

But what do I say?

I can't think, with those grey orbs

Piercing right through my soul.

And then, she turns away with such an abruptness,

Making her way towards the same old bookshelf,

Our little moment, slowly vaporising, 

Slowly fading, as if nothing just happened.

But she saw me,

And I saw her.

And our eyes met.

At least now I know

That she's noticed me.