I look...
Then away!
quickly! hurriedly!

Looking back at something,
Looking back at anything,
Anything else that is not you.

It’s not safe.
Not your eyes
Or your smile
Or your scar peeking out, from under your long sleeve.

I find something safe to land my eyes upon instead,
Something innocent and familiar.
The rainclouds, the trams, strangers around us.

Us, I whisper inside, a word but not a word.
You; an alien landing on my planet.