We glance at each other—a fleeting second,
a fragment of time that stretches like minutes.
The weight presses down, sharp and sudden,
as minds and hearts collide in that single fraction.
But for one, it means nothing—just a glance, no more.

And who is to blame?
Different minds, different souls, forever apart.

Silence lingers, heavy and unbroken,
Its obscurity deeper than the fleeting glances.
Noticed, yet unspoken, like whispers lost to the wind—
a fraction of connection, slipping into the emptiness.
Yet somehow, it joins the stillness, inseparable.

Oh, how I long for a bond, fragile as paper in my hand—
just one day to connect, to know, to feel, to belong.
But like the paper, the bond will tear without care,
Fragility demands effort to endure.

Can this aching rift be mended?
Or will it remain, forever just a fraction—
a silence, a passing glance?

a glance at you
it makes my day
the longing grew
my mind astray
following my heart
like a dandelion's seed
wind separating us apart
and i concede
after all-
i'm delusional.

Amidst the crowd,
I try to see.
Him unknown,
a mystery to me.

Gaze met once,
a fleeting chance.
I told myself,
no mutual glance.

Two strangers,
met by chance,
stealing glances.

A warmth lingered,
but vanished
as soon as it appeared.