a poem by Brea Holmes
I felt your eyes scan my face
As you sat on the arm of theatre chair across from me
You secretly stared as I talked to a friend
I turned and your eyes bored into mine
Your eyes shifted from admiration to worry
But I pretended not to notice
This wasn’t the first time
But it was one of the last
Not knowing that the countdown was
Only seconds away from us parting
I wanted to know why you looked at me that way
What you were you searching for
You always scanned me when I wasn’t looking
You watched me and said not one word
I pretended not to see
The way you looked at me
About the author:
Brea Holmes is a 26 year old poet from Riverside, CA. At a young age, she had always had a passion for writing. She created her own short stories and poems, and always enjoyed reading. Her first poetry book titled, To the Loved and Lost, is available on Amazon.
She still writes now, as a form of expression and therapy. Feel free to follow the author on Instagram @bee_the_poet.
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