A Romance of Little Words

That nagging feeling that won't let go

reoccurring thoughts of repetitive nature

I open my yearbook and flip through hurriedly.

I've seen those eyes before, those dull eyes

eyes that express little but are also deep

lost in a world of fiction or worries;

at last, my suspicions confirmed,

a girl who was in my graduation year.

She too I recall was more or less silent

frequenting the sanctuary of the school library,

sometimes I would pass by and see her through the windows

and always I would walk on without a second thought.

She too was also alone most of the time

though she would talk animatedly with her friends

when they approached her.

But our glance earlier today leaves me pondering

if there was any meaning behind it.