Left Essence

I know the way you look at me,

Of confirmation is the plea.

And the admiration is the fee,

Is that somebody a companion be?

I remember when our palms were together,

Your skin felt like a feather.

Your hand fell short of a length,

And I was surprised to have that strength.

It was shared briefly,

Beyond friendship, it could be.

About which I never sensed tightly,

Because I wasn't sure, it this love, that people meant?