Maybe I’m starting to feel
again, to fall
for those deep-set eyes
Is your heart the same as mine?
Do you also steal glances
when no one’s looking?
Or pray for a few exchanges
of words,
a short meeting of eyes?
Is it just me?
You
are unidentified:
each look, each smile
a pandiculation after
this heart’s winter.
A deep slumber—
or am I still dreaming?
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