of memoirs and musings

It's the way you looked at me
with eyes so tender it makes me
pause in breath or speech,
stealing glances when you thought
I didn't look your way
It's the way you have yet to call my name
though I holler yours from afar
It's the way you spoke to me
assured and composed yet
so shy it made me blush
It's the way you tilt your head over mine
as we whispered in hushed tones,
a closeness that felt second nature
So close yet so far
It's the way your smile catches mine
that breaks the heartache of your gaze
Strangers by default,
acquaintances by chance
Will you remember me?
I wonder but not hope
Your tender ways
My tender heart
Intertwined.