Weakest Link

What used to be was just a couple of days ago - this new days has changed the faltering feeling of loneliness; something in me, not my heart, is longing for those big sharp eyes and rude stare;

something is filling me with another kind of loneliness. I am longing for his stare; loneliness hurts much more than ever as days pass; as his face is fading from my memory.

I never meant to feel this way about him but now I understand why I do...

I get attached to these unknown presences of those who have looked into my hopeless brown eyes; they seem to create a hope with every glance and just like that I am being attached to strangers.

I suppose it is weakness.