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eye contact
I am paused and time stops
a direct line of sight
and she turned towards me
i have to wonder why
her face was intent
for a second
thinking about me, surely
hopefully happily
it must be something
it happens again
strangers crossing paths
unsure which way to take
we look up and down again
wanting to catch each other
trying to not get caught
it must be something
if not, my mind is cruel
the smallest things,
the most unsure,
are the most exciting:
for now, to me
she is perfect
it is forever
