The LOOK
As I turned , your question caught my breath, A flutter in my chest, a dance with fleeting death. Eyes of the crowd like stars, yet yours alone held sway, Time stilled, a frozen tide, as your gaze bade me stay. My smile bloomed unbidden, warmed by your gentle light, Like that first glance we shared, when leaving felt not right. Each dawn I linger softly, craving one glimpse of you, Your absence cloaks the world in gray, my heart’s bright hue subdued.