There is an unusual intimacy
when my eyes meet yours;
the sense of being alone swelling
as the party grows full of noises and movement.
There are no words between us.
No place where your skin presses against mine.
But eyes meeting across any distance
leave no space for anyone else.
In those moments we are alone, together.
I am vulnerable as my soul peeks out at you.
What were seconds felt like minutes.
What were minutes felt like hours.
I turn and my soul settles back in
and you’re left watching me leave.
In the dark of the cool evening
I find a different kind of Loneliness
Whose familiarity comforts me
As I disappear into the welcoming shadows.