Something

A street. A town. Reflected in a window. Something about her eyes. I speak. She looks. One word. “Oui”. Can’t help thinking. Something about her eyes. The air that night. A ripple of Chanel. Her hair. That face. Something about her eyes. We embrace. We turn. No words to waste. Her hand upon my shoulder. Something about her eyes. Round. Round. Round again. Just her. Just me. Forever. And never. Something about her eyes. Something about her eyes.