The Stranger

I never spoke to her,

never truly met her,

yet I felt as though I had known her

my whole life.

Her eyes,

her eyes exposed her;

they spoke greater than words ever could.

When those eyes met mine

my heart skipped a beat,

skipped two.

Those eyes forced the air from my lungs

and for a moment I could not breathe,

I forgot how to.

Because in that moment

nothing was as important;

breathing wasn't as important,

as she was.