The stares

The Stares Eyes meet, a fleeting glance, a silent story, a missed chance. A thousand words left unsaid, buried deep inside my head. A stolen look, a quiet sigh, a question hangs—why, just why? Do you see me? Do you care? Or am I lost within your stare? Your gaze lingers, then drifts away, like the sun that won't quite stay. And I am left in this endless game, chasing shadows, calling your name.