Eyes to Your Shoes

I touched you for the first time in ages
Felt not only your warm arms around me
But your eyes upon my features
More were mine scanning you
Noticing definite changes to your person
Hair longer and tussled
Taller perhaps over this year
Eyes more or less the same
But they no longer hold me in them
I wonder you when you looked at me
You still saw yourself
A part of you that I keep hidden
In the back of my mind
That perhaps slipped out of place
As I felt your arms surround me
Looked into your eyes and had to turn away
Quickly before tears attempted to swell
Eyes turned to the floor
Seeing your feet there and your shoes
Shoes that I remember you buying
Then thinking about your legs
And your sides and chest and arms
Too many thoughts as I stared at the floor
So I looked back up
And recognized what I wanted to avoid
But couldn't any longer
Drawn as a moth to a flame
I was to the emerald in your eyes
Shifting my feet to perhaps distract
If you look away I could regain control
But all was lost in confusion in my head
Too many possibilities to think of
Far too many to worry over
I touched you for the first time in ages
Not knowing if I had crossed your mind at all
Too late to ask for forgiveness
Knowing better than to seek pardon
Only knowing my emotions
Fearing that if I announce them
I disrupt your life and turning you away
So for now I hold my eyes at your shoes
After all I am no longer held in your eyes
But perhaps now I will be remembered
Or am I asking too much