Our eyes meet
His are as blue as the sky on a crisp winter day
His stare is like a hypnotist
I’m caught in a web
I can’t decide if I like this or not
Do I want him to look at me?
Ought I to flee?
I’m aware of the world around me
Like I’m an eavesdropper
Like I’m not really here
I’m in his eyes, the porthole to the mind
I feel his thoughts
Who is this guy?
Suddenly I’m released
I’m back again
Slightly afraid to look, but I do
He’s gone
Look all around
He never was there
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