I look over to you and you smile at me,
That inquisitive smile,
As if to ask
‘Why are you looking over at me?’
But yet you know perfectly well the reason why I look over at you,
And so I smile back.
Soon that small questioning smile of yours turns to a brilliant flash of white teeth,
Those beautiful dark eyes grow damp along the bottom edge,
And slowly your smile fades.
Now all we are doing is looking at one another.
What are you looking for?
Are you hoping to find that there is something more?
As I look at you I am looking for some sign that tells me you want to feel my lips touch yours,
That you want, as I do, to feel warm breath on warm breath, as we are drawn closer and closer to one another.
‘I love you’ I whisper, nervously into your ear,
I look at you and you smile at me,
A smile more nervous than my words,
And as my eyes grow moist around the bottom edge,
You turn away,
So that without words you say,
‘I don’t love you’
Then as the sun shines at just the right angle through the water, which wells up then dwells in my eyes, something happens,
You turn to look at me and I see your lips say ‘I love you’,
When I wipe away the tears,
As the water disappears,
And the sun hides behind a cloud,
I realise,
You are gone.
