That moment.

You're charming. You know what to say, when to say it, and to who. I'm the observer, the onlooker. I don't do things that are watched, or critiqued by the eyes. My work comes from the mind. But, you do what you do. People watch you, always. Sometimes, I'm envious.

Then I remember that I've been there. I've watched you. I've seen what it is that you do. You touched me, it touched me. That moment. The one where I felt wanted and cared for, meant for something. But, it wasn't. I wasn't. And the moment ended, like they all inevitably do. I'm still alright. Things happen and things don't. I'll just wonder and wander, with you in mind.