I watch you from afar.

Sometimes you're laughing, sometimes you're not. 

Sometimes you're lost in thought, sometimes you're lost in a daydream.

Sometimes you notice and smile back, and I always look away. 

But you never look at me first. 

In a room together, my eyes naturally draw to you, even when I try not to.

My hands copy your movements, even when I don't think about it.

I want to open my mouth and answer when you call her name, but I just grit my teeth and turn away.

But you never call out for me.

Yet when we do talk, even an exchange of a few words, in those brief moments, you were my world.