Lonely Hours

the words fail me when our eyes meet

across a distance that should be slim,

but it feels like a grand leap that may

just leave me with a bruised back

but when you look away, smiling,

I know the cause and effect

as if it’s logic or common sense

because she’s locked in your gaze

she’s sunshine to your shadow,

and your gaze melts when she talks

you’re so mesmerized, not caring

who sees you when or where

I look away, as if my eyes burned

just to see such open affection

which has never been directed

in the vicinity of my person

you’re just a stranger I saw,

a person who sparked curiosity

for my longing heartbeat,

but there’s still a sting

my reflection stares up at me

from the gold pool of my drink

and I see what you might have—

I’m so glad you never looked my way