Writings

Fleeting Stare

Last night, I swore you knew
The way we locked eyes, and didn’t look away
The way I held onto you
As we both swayed closer, and not away

But then I remembered:
You were high and she was there.
So that moment we shared?
Nothing more than a fleeting stare.

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