She looked at me once. Not through me, and not just in my direction; Really looked at me. There was
She looked at me once.
Not through me, and not just in my direction;
Really looked at me.
There was me and there was her.
There was me and her.
It felt as though the universe made sense.
Or that the universe didn’t matter.
It was me and it was her.
It was me and her.
Now, when I look at that photo; her eyes so penetrating;
I am confined in a room within the universe;
And I wonder, within those four walls; did she ever look at me at all?
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