there, you stood
i met your stare
you let your glance fall
dismissing your motive
you turn to amuse your thought
stupidity on your behalf
to ever crave love
but i know your thought
i shook it in your stare
love is not what you crave
love is not what we crave
i’ve seen it in your eyes
i heard it in your laugh
a moment when someone listens
a moment when someone asks
i care

© simon whittle — 05.0313