In the middle of all this chaos,
there is a moment of silence that captivates me.

It is the moment that I catch your eyes,
and the bliss in my cheeks are apparent to the world.

I can see the glares of desire,
they lurk past all the other bones and figures.

Even though I turn away and hide,
I have the urge for you to find me.

Just like you have found me before,
in the middle of your web.

This urge escalates to a peek out the side,
and I see your back.

You face a woman who is far better;
her curves can speak for themselves.

The chaos begins again,
but her eyes catch mine.

They say more than they mean to,
so I turn away and think to myself.

Silly little droplets of water layering in my eyes,
it overflows when there are too many.

You come and introduce me to your fiance,
and explain that I am from your past.

The disappointment makes me zone out,
past all the things I have remembered.

I am forced to forget,
and in return, regret.

There was no moment;
only memories.