Pencil Secrets

Our eyes never met
Always shy of a glimpse

Your smile would grace your lips
Before the pencil would scratch its secrets
Could I ever read your pencils secrets?
Would you listen as I talk?
I want to know you
Do you want to know me?

Your lack of hair throws a curve
Your age is difficult to assume
Did you do it on purpose?

I suppose you are content
With your small child
Does a relationship exist?
I hoped not

Your secrets are read aloud
Did you expect hatred?
It won’t come
At least from me

How come our eyes never meet?
Do you advert your before they connect?

I wish for them to meet
Maybe then I would know those pencil secrets