Quaint

I once loved your eyes The mirror reflected back at me Feigning that same affection Eating away as if I were the only source In a bottle, I thought lightning had been captured An unrelenting whirlwind of desire Discreet with its blessed beauty A concept wholly foreign to me A single benevolent, fleeting glance thrown my way Only meant for another in due time My home is not mine Just a waiting room What was caught in that downpour It was bright It was intense It was warm And it was gone