The Way He Looks

Sometimes, when you love someone but don't have the courage to tell them, you just watch them.

I’ve never known
how it feels
to be carried
in someone’s eyes

to be searched for
in a quiet space,
to be seen
without saying a word.

He stares
like he’s memorizing
the way sadness sits on me.

He loves me,
I can tell
the way night
holds the moon,
but never keeps it.