Musings of a lonely Heart

I saw your eyes from your face across the room as they rested on mine.

Yours, so brown and bold and cold, mine not used to being seen.

I drop my stare to my mostly empty glass, while we both heard the dying strains of the soft duo strumming.

Do others know of my blood rising in my face? I so wish I could be someplace other? Do you know how you impact me? I need to leave, but my feet feel as stone. Please do not stare at me more.

Habit is my lonely heart, I have comfort there, solace in my few close friends.

2 thoughts on “Musings of a lonely Heart

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