Echoes Of Maybe

Few months ago, eyes met mine, A spark, a vibe, a connection divine. Or was it just a fleeting glance? Now silence echoes, a distant dance. Moments linger, whispers fade, Memories left, unsure what's made. A connection felt, maybe imagined too, Now uncertainty clouds, what to do. Days went by, and words were few, Did I read signs, or were they true? You seemed to feel it, I thought I knew, But now it's quiet, and I'm left with "what flew". Guess I'm wondering if you'll ever show, If that spark was real, or just something I know. Till then, I'll wonder in the night, Did we connect, or was it just my sight?