A casual observation
He was
looking at her,
like
she held the
key to the universe.
And for me,
looking at them
was like looking
into a mirror,
at us.
And looking,
it hurt,
because I
miss
being looked
at like I am priceless.

She was
looking at him,
like
he held up the sky.
And looking at that
made me remember
that baby sometimes
you hold up my sky.

I was
looking at them,
and
they kissed.
And it was so beautiful,
that it hurt me.
Because when their lips met
I remembered that,
kissing you,
was sometimes
so beautiful
that it hurt me.

And looking at that,
I know
what we had,
it's something that
I could spend an eternity
looking at.