Nah, I don’t think so
Then why do I look.
There you are,
Looking back.
A look so knowing,
Unknowingly so
Maybe,
A tit for tat perhaps.
Days pass, glances too.
Some noted, some lost,
Some don’t even happen.
Ping!
Sitting over there,
An invitation perhaps.
Awaiting an RSVP from me?
Nah, I don’t think so…
Pong!
A ball rolling around my pipe.
A standing gulp,
A smiling hello.
Maybe you wonder, “Some charming fellow”?
Silence, was it?
The senses go out for a stroll.
As it begins,
Words stream, chords flow, the crescendo nears,
And… it concludes?
Did it happen? What was heard?
Surely something? Perhaps everything?
Reality blurred by Intensity,
I stand where I stood.
Maybe, maybe it is all in my head…
Nah, I don’t think so.