Just wondering

Saw you walking by last night. I wished I had been outside, I would have gotten a classic smile-n-wave and my heart would have melted all over again but then the moment would be over and you'd have kept walking… But, I was sitting in my front room practicing. Playing a song that makes me think of you (don't they all?). But I noticed, and not for the first time, that you were looking right at the house. It felt like you were looking right at me, like despite the distance and the glass and screen and the relative darkness vs the sunlight that you were looking straight into my eyes. I turned away, but glanced back after a moment and you were still looking…

Do you look at all of the houses that way?

Or were you looking for me?

Do you think of me? Like I think of you?

When you go out for one of those walks, are you hoping against hope that we might chance to cross paths?

Do you dream of me, like I dream of you? Do you wonder what I'm doing, what I'm watching on TV, what I'm looking at on my phone, what's happening at my job?

When it's just you in that big house, do you wish I was there with you? Touching you, where you're touching you?

Do you wish we didn't have to pull our eyes apart, for propriety's sake, when we do manage to spend time together?

Do you dream of my lips touching yours? Touching your skin? Touching your everything?

Do you spend your days looking forward to our next encounter, but then feel disappointed after it finally happens because it's just. So. Brief?

Do you long to be alone with me, so we can share our innermost thoughts, our darkest demons, our most devious fantasies?

Do you want to hold my hand?

Do you dream of feeling my fingers in your hair, holding your head just so, as I look deep into your eyes?

Do you think of any of these things, when you walk by and you're looking at my house?

Or is it all me?