Our eyes connected
long distance
across a crowded room,
whilst my mind was insisting
on counting the people,
finding the exits, digesting the situation,
and starting to panic.
Our eyes were in contact
long before my mind
could collect
any piece of information.
that made any sense.
It was all too fogged up
by a pea souper so dense.
Our eyes were
making loving signs,
but I find my mind struggles
to understand words not underlined,
nor pointed out with arrows
or spoken loudly then repeated
over and over.
Some people think I'm cowardly,
but I’m deep undercover,
so deep that even I forget
I'm there sometimes,
and the grass has
started to cover.
My mouth sits silent,
but my heart is a lover.
To get the two to connect
takes time,
pulling the wires together
takes patience
until the electricity flows direct.
Our eyes collided in that corridor,
mine were looking for the exit door,
yours were staring down at the floor.
For just the briefest glance at the future
It felt right. Your eyes looked into mine,
mine sweating profusely,
yours apologising confusingly,
I'm sure it was my fault entirely.
Yours seeing something inside.
Mine wanting to make you smile,
but as so often happens
my mind didn't see,
didn't connect the threads.
So, into the darkness of night
my fearful feet fled.
Thanks for reading.
taken from the #escapril prompt
"Eye contact"
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