What if I couldn’t look you in the eye anymore?
Then the magic of our exchanged smiles and glances would go unrealised
and I would never again know the colour
of unsaid words
I would never know what it is to look into your mind
and know where your laughter hides
I would never know what it is to have someone look at me
and see only love love love
When our eyes met
it was effortless;
now I labour to make my fingers move
so that I can find the words
to say I miss you
your laugh
your smile
and your eyes that spoke only of love when they looked at me.