Mid-Sneeze

I’ve never had anyone look
at me the way that you do.
The first time I saw it,
I tried to catch it
but missed.

Much like a shooting star
fast & fleeting.

I remember the look on your face,
the pieces of gold
shone by the light.
Your eyes
they do something to me
in my collective thought.

They break down an insane amount
of answers
to questions I’ve never
thought to think.

I’ve never had much luck
when it comes to money,
but I can imagine
the amount of fear
that makes someone insane
off the thought of losing it.

Today, tomorrow, always
to look up
and see your eyes,
a not-so-hidden pleasure
fast & fleeting.

Out in the open
and still somehow
manage to miss it.

The second,
third,
as well as fourth
I plan to catch.