he stares and she stares back and they laugh and they keep walking
she forgets about the boy, except for his deep, dark eyes, she forgets about the staring, except for conjouring stories of long distance love
he is all forgotten in a week
see the man, his face is new, it doesnt freeze her feet to the floor or buckle her knees, her legs turning to crepe paper, her heart ramming against her ribs, her stomoach in her throat until she sees it isnt him. he's just a man
quiet confidence. walking, eyes downcast, she isnt hiding, she's just thinking. all alone and surrounded by friends. happy and healthy. no secrets
