emerald stare

Looking at him was like trying to read poetry from a blank page.
He smiled, but the sincerity didn't reach his eyes.
Though he stood close, he was miles from touch.
His stance was firm, but his mind seemed to have escaped the crowds.
My heart was set on running beside him & finding a way past the show he put on.
But when he closed his eyes & took a bow, I knew it would never matter if I caught up -
His emerald stare looked straight through me.
I couldn't find his heart, and he was blind to mine.

x Madeleine