At your height At your eyes At the curve of your spine
They did not see what I did
You asked to clear my plate A raised eyebrow and eye connection No words
I smiled with you eyes to eyes Said yes please
You asked me how my meal was A circle of your thumb and forefinger
I smiled with you eyes to eyes And said yes thank you
You walked away In your shuffle I saw a spring in your step
Behind you you left a spring in my heart
This was written in the Funan Food Court in Singapore in 2009. I found it today when I was going through some old notebooks. I remember this encounter as if it were yesterday...