His eyes

searching mine.

But he will find no love there.

Not in my eyes.

He would in hers.

But he will not look into her eyes.

For I am his choice.

Yet he is not mine.

Realizing the truth

he walks away.

Anger emanating from him.

Sorrow emanating from me.

Neither at peace.

Neither in love.

She looks on as he passes

hope flashing on her face.

But only briefly

for it vanishes when he does not look back.

Tears fall from the eyes he should have searched

But he did not.

For I was his choice.

Yet he was not mine.