A Sadness In the Eyes

upon first attractiveness, mixed with a self-assessment, pretending you don’t have a “league,” yet then wondering if s/he’ll speak to you, the walk up is full of butterflies, the keeping of the hands at the sides is torture, the sputtering of whatever comes out sure the hell wasn’t planned, but then when the face appears looking straight at you, with a millisecond of focus before it all goes away & this is your moment this is your chance in the spotlight to keep the interest of the one that has infatuated now from afar, only increasing as one became closer & closer, so you muster all your wit, do your best to keep your cool & remember what it is that you yourself have to offer, but as your eyes make contact with his/hers, you see a sadness, though s/he does their best to hide it, there is a story there, which becomes the most interesting thing that you never would have noticed if you stayed ogling from a distance--- still, it pulls you in, because the tragedy behind the eyes is going to reel you in with the rest of the package, bringing the baggage to the forefront & even though you want to make like it’s a “human thing,” telling yourself that s/he would have to deal with your baggage too, you retract, make the conversation end quickly as just another pretty face becomes laden with drama which would make this a project of sorts & your own interest has turned.