We Are Left

These flippant comments thrown toward my eager face are often over thought and planned I feel,
in hindsight perhaps not so
but the effect at the time is almost overwhelming
(I am sure you spent the last hour waiting for the opportunity to smile at me and when -rarely I admit- I am not looking at you I am sure you are waiting for my fleeting glance.)
I am embarrassed-
these public sections of the love note we are constantly trying to compose are all we can have.
when alone together such utterances seem too dangerous and we are left dumbstruck awestruck – just struck with a silent wonder – the silent wonder of each other, and the perfection of the moment, the purity of the two of us alone together would be lost, polluted by words, instead like teenagers we just stare, and glance, and stare and glance.