you held me for a few seconds longer
and I wonder when you walk through the door
do you look for me?

do you reach for my hand
in fear or in happiness?

it's a filter
a glass pane
to look through
to find my face
but it's not you i'm hunting for

and you say you've moved on
to another girl
and i'm happy for you

but is it just to get me off your mind?

M. HOOD