I stare ahead until my eyes

lock on yours

for one fleeting moment. 

We both glance away,

pretending the other is

invisible.

The way you stared

into my eyes

haunts me all day;

your eyes beg me

to notice you,

to speak to you,

to acknowledge your pain.

The fact that we haven't spoken

in months

creates an ocean

that spans the distance

between us.

We've both tried crossing it,

but we have never made it

back to each other.

I am not ready to have my hopes

sink

yet again.

I think about reaching out

to you; I yearn to

hear your voice again.

Your lack of interest

always stifles my desire.

For now I will just have

to make the best 

of the brief moments

between us.