Sometimes eyes meet at an intersection
(Hopefully not literally; that tends to
be
Sort of a train-wreck, but with cars),
Passing so fast that they don't so much
meet
As coincide,
Which is not as bad as when they linger
too long.
That makes me want to cover my eyes.
Sometimes, there really is no meeting.
One turns away too early, and the other
too late,
and sometimes, it seems just right,
and it seems like more have met than
just eyes,
But no matter how it happens, I always
wonder
“What was she thinking?”
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