I only caught you at a glance
while driving to my slow death,
so I tilted my neck
to get as long a view as I could.
You were beautiful and I’ll never see you again.
You had a youthful face and shadowy hair
with a snap of sun on your skin.
Eyelashes, I love a girl with full eyelashes,
I could swing from your eyelashes
down to your pink, ruffled lips.
As we moved in opposite directions
(3 seconds never seemed so short a time as in that moment.)
I groaned at fate and its constant tease
of showing me something beautiful
as she’s on her way to leave.