Body Language

How often am I reminded
of those wide set eyes,
dark like the night
that falls like a
curtain falls on twilight,
and as I pass two lovers
who stand at the corner,
immediately I can tell
how he wants to kiss her,
when oh, how I wish instead,
that it was you and I there
standing at the red,
and I looked just as much
like everything you wanted,
and just as much,
I wanted you back,
like the older couple
I saw earlier,
after one of them
had just met with the Doctor
and now have to discuss
all that was said,
but what I notice most
is the love between them,
and it’s the way you look at me,
the way you hold my hand.

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