I look over at him
and see him for the first time,
The line of his cheek.
Is he so focussed on that dark road ahead?
Or is he with the lady he spoke about?
The warmth of her gaze drew him in.
Now from so far away,
still kindles his heart, lights his soul?
Maybe he’s thinking of me instead,
beside him here now.
Wondering if I will invite him in
on this cold winter night.
A friend becomes something more.
It happens in a moment.
“Why is it that we don’t always recognize the moment when love begins, but we always know when it ends?” LA Story