PHTravelJunkie/ October 24, 1998/ POETRY & OTHER LITERATURE/ 0 comments

 

 

Glancing, turning his head;
A distance worth of loneliness.
A secret is not to be told,
For a reason— enough to be alone.
Only he knows, and few can understand.
But when he glanced at me,
his eyes gave it all away…
that look gives it all away.