Chance To Glance

It isn’t how you walk, It isn’t how you smile, Though sometimes it stops me mid-step, makes me question where I stand. It isn’t in your talk, It isn’t in your style, It lingers quietly, pressing at the edges. Glance to chance, eye to eye, I spin, I stumble, can’t find a way to win. Chance to glance, eye to eye, I reach, I falter, I let it pull me in. It isn’t what you wear, It isn’t the way you pause or stare, Though it stays with me like a radio I can’t change. It isn’t anywhere, It isn’t in the air, It settles deep, beneath my heart, unspoken, unclaimed. Glance to chance, eye to eye, I trip on thoughts, orbiting together, Chance to glance, eye to eye, I fight, I cave, I fall, and still, I stay tethered. The world tilts, the seconds stretch, I’m caught in the pull of what I can’t name. Your eyes shift, a quiet force, and I move, a balance I can’t maintain. It isn’t in the words you leave unsaid, It isn’t in the silence when I turn my head. It isn’t the leaves falling off the trees, It’s not the sun or morning dew, But maybe it’s this, with you. Glance to chance, eye to eye, I’m dizzy, unsteady, pulled into the tide. Chance to glance, eye to eye, I cave, I tremble, I let it take me for a ride, Waiting for the moment you’re mine, and even then, it might be too much to bear inside.