His fingers on her cheek,

Soft, a bird returned to its nest

A moment stretched then, before

She turned her head away

There was nothing she could say.

He swore under his breath,

Amazed by her coolness,

And with that he walked away,

Disappeared into an otherwise average day.

He knew nothing of how she felt,

Knowing this was wrong,

Too many years between them had dampened her spirit

And this knowledge through her heart ripped.

The anger, the confusion, she felt as

She tried to make sense of the senseless situation;

She made herself hate him but deep down she knew

That this boy--this man--she still loved true.

She looks up and their eyes unwillingly meet,

Brown to dark, dark to brown

He was used to girls falling at his feet,

But this one was different; in her worhsip of him she was discreet.

He probably never knew

How much he meant to her

There was so much she should say

When at the end he got up, and from her life he walked away.