Of Stolen Glances and Awkward Gestures

by E. Hellcat

Of stolen glances

and awkward gestures,

I found myself

wondering

what brought us here,

I wish nothing

but for it

to come

anytime sooner.

Now suddenly,

you sit there

quite obviously,

right in front of me.

Is it just me

you’re staring,

or is it just me

noticing

that your eyes

kept lingering,

in sync,

with what

I was thinking.

That every time

you wear black,

you remind me

of a place

I never thought

I’d come back.

Like the boxes

I left downstairs,

never to realize

I’d have to unpack.

Because I’ve forgotten

what is it like,

and how does it feel,

and why

it took

so long

to heal.

Take a shot of me

I wanna show you

my true colors,

it’s a black and white picture,

I’m monotonous.