The bat of an eyelash

     We'll look straight into each other's eyes and I'll think to myself, are you experiencing the same moment as me? Do you look in to my eyes as deeply as I do yours? Are you wondering what I'm thinking about? Are our eyes somehow communicating the things we cannot say? Are you just looking at me, thoughtlessly? Are you even looking at me? Is there something on my face? Are you thinking about someone else? Do I make you happy? Am I good enough for you? What is your opinion of me? Do you have an opinion of me? Why is my heart beating like this? Why do I want to cry? Why do I want to smile? Why do I want to break out into hysterical laughter? Does anything I do matter to you? Am I here solely for your benefit? Do you love me? Do you even like me? Do I remind you of someone else? Do I bother you? I'll smile to myself for a millionth of a second, I like your eyes. The questioning resumes. Will you replay this simple moment in your head later? Will you discard it like it never happened? When you go home do you even think about me? Does it make you mad if you do? Am I wrong? Are you wrong? Are we wrong? Then one of us blinks and the thoughts end, even though they lasted but a few seconds.
     It hardly matters. It's impossible to answer all my questions but I wish I could read your mind and answer them. I wish I could selectively read your mind over any distance. I'm curious.

Do I even matter?