Laceration

Our eyes met when you passed,
Yours blank and cursory; Mine digging into your soul.

Your stride left a sublime rythym,
Each beat each step banging against my heart.

I turn in love struck compulsion,
but alas, my mouth dry,
my voice stolen,
my heart sinking.

Yes that day when our eyes met,
Yours blank and cursory;

Mine misty and teared.

For you'd never know.

-for you'd never know-