loveletter

i ; eye contact

i watched you from across the classroom,

glasses slowly sliding down your nose;

your fingers reach and push them back up

and the lenses reflect the sunlight from the window

sometimes you look up

and you catch my eye.

those mixed, hazel eyes.

we’d stare and then you’d break the contact.

there was a moment of bliss,

between us staring

and once you looked away

i missed your eyes on me again.