How may I know you?
In fleeting glances,
When you catch my eye from across a dark room.
Blue lanterns in the darkness, making contact with my own greying eyes.
You don’t know my sadness or my tears, or even my gentle rage.
I know your sighs and exhaustion like your pretty little laugh.
I crave your touch and your smiles for me, and me alone.
I go after your friends and you stay oblivious, living in the bubble I want to burst.
See me, please.
Just once.