You smiling at me across the room,
Me keeping my head down,
Imagining your eyes following me the way mine do you.
Splashes of conversation,
Never quite enough time.
Snatches of conversation in-between wherever we were supposed to be,
That song you hum when silence threatens,
You catching me up just before I go,
That one time I got to hold your hand,
And all those mentions of you leaving
I wonder if you ever noticed how my eyes dropped.
All those little things that meant nothing to you were so much to me
And my only regret
Is that we didn’t have more time.