I Followed Her Gaze
As it followed me.
She knew what she wanted. She always did, and she knew how to get it.
I was unaware, or tried to be anyway.
I was satisfied with what I had, how I lived, and where my life was taking me.
Her gaze was unmistakable in its look.
The look, eyeing what it wanted. No was not an option here.
I followed her gaze to see where it would lead me.
She took a walk, made a turn, ending up at……
Being aware, is an art of sorts. Being in tune, is a learned talent.
Being one with her, is as inescapable,
as escaping her gaze…………….