He is with someone yet he is looking at me.
I mean looking at me. One knows when someone is really looking at you, into you. A connection wanting to be made. I feel his eyes on me, throwing out a line, looking for a bite.
You are with someone not looking and then you see. You see someone there before you that was not there before, could not imagine you would find. Yet I am here and you are there, with her. You are not looking at her, you are seeing me. Where do we go from here? What happens next? Your eyes are in my dreams, there when I wake at dawn, open, searching, asking. I have no answer. I am not turning away. I am looking too.
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