“A Love Buried”

“A Love Buried”

By Claudia Wysocky

He was shorter than average,

but his eyes,

larger than life,

more intense than most,

beautiful with the fullness of brown.

I envied it, the way he stared,

so lackadaisical,

but with a fierceness to it,

the burning force of his gaze.

As often as I say have seen him,

it hardly ever happens,

but I always find my eyes drawn to him,

that peculiar look in his eyes,

the mystery behind their wavy depths,

that draws me in again and again,

inexplicably.

He tells me nothing,

he says everything,

with a single brush of his hand,

a feather-light touch,

a smile,

his warmth.

And I am lost,

mesmerized by his charm,

filled with longing and desire,

what I can't have, can never have.

But he was shorter than average,

and yet I still remember,

the scent of his skin,

of hope and longing,

the way he looked at me,

and the thrill,

strange and sweet,

that he never knew he gave me.