In a room full of people
I miss your eyes on mine.
And the silent conversation we had with just one look.
And though my smile never falters
Your laughter doesn’t resonate in the air.
And sometimes the right kind of music
Or rather the wrong kind,
Brings your soul next to me.
And your hand reaches for mine
And we dance for all the times we didn’t.
And for a moment, just a second.
It’s real. You’re there.
And then like a magician’s best trick you disappear.
And I’m left alone swaying between
Crowds of people.
Holding on to myself.