Glance

I think of you

On cold mornings when my coffee cup

No longer warms my hands

When the rain pitter patters

On the tin roof outside my window

And I'm out of my last drink

You are a sentence in a book I read

Lyrics in a song

I can't bring myself to sing

You are a face in a crowd

On the sidewalk down the street

When I look into a stranger's eyes

It is yours I wish I could see