” Wistful longing glances from afar only strengthening the certainty of the unconfessed attraction, 

The regret of ‘ what if we had’ floating  as the loudest unsaid poem;

In a different life, under different rules, a melancholy of soft skin and stern words, a cocktail of feverish delirium and euphoria;  

They could have glanced into each other’s eyes , 

He knew, for aeons and aeons. “