The Final Gaze 1975.

I saw you last

buying flowers

in a florists.

I passed by

and you didn't see me

gazing at you

as I passed.

The previous summer

I had a crush on you

thinking it love

feeling ill

if I didn't see you

for a day or more.

I walked by

giving you the last gaze

taking note

of your slim body

and soft brown hair

and noting the illness had gone

and walked on into tomorrow.

Who you were buying flowers for

I didn't know and didn't care.

I just went past

giving you

the final stare.