What Could Have Been

A cautious glance

Met by gazing eyes

Breath suddenly rapid

Slow

Heavy

Sighs

Face slightly flushed

Eyes turn away

Slowly stirring her drink

Still 

Feeling

His gaze

Hair pushed slightly

Casual glance his way

His eyes fixated

Her mind

Going

Astray

No words spoken

Bodies set the tone

Still, hearts hold dearly

To

Loved ones

At home

He finishes his drink

Slowly walks her way

Quietly says, “Good night.”

What else

Is there to

Say

His hand brushes her shoulder

As if in a dream

While both are left with memories

Of what 

Could

Have been

May 28, 2013