one aspect of love

Light beads of perspiration
covered your brow
in the sunlight, in the summer heat,
and I stared at you, my eyes
absorbed you, enveloped you,
and you gave a little start
and turned to me with your quizzical little frown,
the one I know so well, the wrinkle
on your forehead, the narrowing
of your hazel green-flecked eyes,
and I knew I would never see you again.