She Looked At Him

She Looked At Him
I was in the middle of a sentence and she looked
at him across the room and everything got hooked
into a different channel a different broadcast.
The sentence I was finishing came out too fast
into a room that wasn’t listening anymore.
She looked at him and I knew the score.

The raw physics of attention going his direction—
she looked at him with a natural connection
that I wasn’t wired to create in her eyes.
The currency in action the beautiful face
cutting the line taking every place
I’d been standing in with my particular words.

Everything blurred into the back of the frame
while he stepped to the front. I took the blunt.

I’m not bitter I’m just reporting the fact
of how beauty works when someone enters a room
with a face that recalibrates gravity and changes the space.
She looked at him and it wasn’t her fault.
She looked at him and the world didn’t halt.