Eyes

I met her eye,
she paused, looked, lingered.
That second became elastic,
myriad questions, possibilities,
maybe,
maybe,
then she looked away.

Held

She held me,
really held me.
Wanted to, needed to.
A timeless, ageless, beautiful feeling;
baby, child, teen, man, old man.
Then I let go and slowly,
with tears, she knew I was gone.