My eyes kept wandering to his forearms, his wrists, the space between his fingers.
My mind seeking hidden messages in his gestures, secret poetry between his fingertips.
But his hands were empty and my mind overflowing.
I looked in between the lines but my eyes could not distinguish the subtle hints of his voice.
In the end, he never gave me any indication he used to like me.
But my mind never stopped going back and forth between now and then. Between here and there.
I am afraid I flew through time by myself. He never followed. Never wondered where I went in a breath, a lost stare.
My friend asked me if I felt anything.
I don't think the feels every left.
They just wander around with no place to go.