And I swore that you looked at me
like if my eyes were made of rubies,
maybe even gold.
for a brief second I felt your eyes burn through me.
I felt like you looked at me, the way I look at
you, with compassion and when you looked away,
I knew it was unreal, you probably thought you saw
something in my face, or maybe it was the look I gave you,
the hurt in my eyes that you may have recognized,
but who really knows.
it never really happened.