I Was Staring. Poem by Hana Banpaia

I was staring.
The man I beheld was one of the most handsome and beautiful I had ever seen.
He wasn’t looking at me but I think he knew I was staring at him for at that moment, the silver hair flowing down his back like a frozen stream shifted and our eyes locked.
His eyes were a beautiful golden amber color and yet, they were cold.
It chilled me to the bone.
All sound was gone, all else faded away but him.
My body was paralyzed as he seemed to move closer and closer but finally his eyes shifted and as I fell to the ground from the strain, I thought about how magnificent it had been to hold that gaze.
If only it had been a bit longer…