It was passive. Unresponsive, even.
Eyes meeting black voids
For merely a second of time

Words were never spoken
Names were foreign languages that their brains
Could not comprehend

Strangers in her mind
Curiosity in her heart
And a rush in her veins

But ne’er should she ever know
For all her yearning
That all she would ever grasp

Would not be his messy hair at 6 am
Or the scent of his old t shirt
That she slept in the night before

But the single, emotionless
Silent bliss
Of split second glances.


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