The Way He Looked At Me

THE WAY HE LOOKED AT ME The way he looked at me? No particular expression Strange dude Strange only because of surroundings We’d spoken before A few words Can’t recall what about But now just now The way he looked at me? At me but right through me One of those nebulous stares Could have meant anything That look? Almost collegiate Certainly with a collegiate air Well how dare he! I do recall how he walked about Rarely a smile He seemed to fit into the throng as though somehow towering Somehow aloof At a time like this one examines self – all the social graces – Coming up with glaring negative respectabilities How ridiculous these momentary speculations Yet? The way he looked at me? I would rather have had words