Falling In Love
It couldn't have been me.
See in the direction the eyes stare.
An angry stranger? I'll never know.
I look again for a clue
No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.
But it's too late.
It was only a little. It wasn't too bright.
But it was too deep.
Staring forever into me
I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.
I was looking out
And he was on the other side looking in.
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