Something makes me look up
While reading
In the departures lounge
She glances at me
While passing
Her eyes becoming mine
For a moment or two
Long desert lashes
Sleeved in black
Berry lips
Filled with hope
To belong
And angry
Because of it
So young and
Caught already
By the fear
To end up alone
Abandoned
Taken for granted
Or simpler yet
Replaced by one
Who will never die
© JH, Spright-Art