I saw your glance as I drove away on Saturday night.
I wondered what thoughts you had as you saw me.
I wondered what you felt.
I wondered if words were screaming to be said inside of you.

As the bike moved forward, my heart tugged backwards toward you
and I wondered if you felt it, too.
I remembered your lips, and wondered if you remembered mine.
I wondered how long your gaze lingered as I disappeared from your sight.

I wondered, but I guess I'll never know - all  I saw was a glance.
Because I was afraid you would see me glancing at you.