Fleeting glimpse of your Eyes as you rushed from the room, Leaving me empty, full of longing and wanting you. Too late! You were gone
I was alone. Maybe there was still a chance. Perhaps you waited in the corridor, or in another Room. I looked. I hunted. Opened Every door, Sought you Shouted for you. If only you had … If Only I hadn’t called you Nancy, instead of Neville, then I felt I would have made a better impression.