A sideways glance. A second look.
A face that catches the eye.
A body honed to perfection
makes years drift back in time.
When age makes one invisible,
a glance goes unperceived.
Memories of being noticed
of flirting, dating, a heart
thumping, a passionate kiss,
come flooding back again.
The days when the viewer
chased and won the viewed,
all these have vanished
with the years. Not regretted,
but vaguely missed when
somebody catches the eye
and reminds the heart it’s time
to rest content with simply looking
and then to pass on by, happy
to know the look went unnoticed
so there was no chance of rejection
which also happened in the past
now, thankfully or hopefully, forgotten.