Certain

A touch.

A single moment.

Skin on skin, as Fingers brush.

A moment of joy.

As heads turn, her eyes meets yours.

Her eyes meets those that have watched her since they first saw her.

Though her eyes meet yours, she can't see the depth of your love.

But still she smiles.

Maybe out of courtesy, but a smile for you nonetheless.

And though you were so happy, the moment is gone now.

This meeting you were always hoping for,

Had already disappeared among the crowds.

Though you were certain she was here.