it’s unintentional, i know
the way my neck gradually turns
at every turn of the door knob
careful to hide the forlorn look in my eyes
when i realize it’s not you
careful to hide the sparkles of joy in my eyes
when i recognize the way your presence
has fully overtaken the room
is it truly unintentional?
the way my eyes search for yours
in crowds of conversation
in small discussions
in quiet moments
hoping we’ll share that sensation
of realizing we’ve found what we never knew
we were looking for
it’s probably intentional,
now that i think about it.
the way my eyes search through your gaze
silently praying that you also feel
the absolute terror,
the pinnacles of joy,
the sensation of butterflies,
the terror of newfound anxiety.
everything
something
anything
it’s completely and totally intentional,
that my eyes fell as though
their view is incomplete
that they are wandering,
so close to being lost,
until they find you