Words Unspoken

As they are walking down the hall,

Their eyes meet.

Oh, a glance can hold so much.

In that flicker of a second,

So much is said,

Although no words are spoken.

As he looks into her brown eyes,

He feels the spark that appears when she’s passionately angry,

And he feels her voice move up and down when she laughs,

And he feels the way she brushes her long messy hair off of her shoulders

When it gets in her way.

As she looks into his,

She feels his quiet, subtle movements,

And she feels his sleepy eyes try their hardest to stay awake in class,

And she feels the way he relaxes when the windows are rolled down

On a warm, sunny afternoon.

                                                         

They both feel this,

This mutual, soul-searching, yearning glance,

But she is unsure of his thoughts,

And her eyes fall to her shoes,

And he is too hesitant to muster a quick hello,

So they both walk on to class

And wait for the other to confirm their own thoughts,

All the while contemplating the reasons behind each other’s silence.