Glanced Encounter

Sitting on the side,
Breathing in fears,
Frequent glances I hide—
I've not seen you in years.

But what will observing
Bring benefit to me,
If in all the unnerving,
I want to hide or flee?

I've not seen you in years,
Yet the words never come
To ever reach your ears;
With this thought, I remain mum.

Sadly, as you get up to go,
You never notice as I follow
That I'm someone you know,
And parting paths leaves hopes hollow.