cautiously, almost worryingly,
scared of peeking through a door that has closed -slammed close.
eyes tracing the familiar cheekbones-or lack of- and a lopsided grin well missed
this simple scan
passed by in a blink of an eye
and in a whir of mixed memories.
long enough to burn the image somewhere deep inside
-and how it burns.
into those little heart slits.
shouldnt but couldnt.