Wisps of eye-length
black hair fall
over your dark brown eyes.
It almost happens in
slow-motion, as
you leaned over
the white paper in front
of you.

You sat there,
seemingly paying attention
but deeply lost
in other thoughts.
A mind, free to
float through the days
without a tether to
the conformity of the human race.

The more I look
over at you,
the more intriguing you become.
You are thinking,
about what, I have
no idea.
Will I ever know? Nay.
You left before I could
part my lips.