He Would Not Stay For Me To Stand & Gaze

It felt like hours had gone by, but she was still sitting there, staring at him so intently. The way he smiled when he read a funny line. The way he raised his eyebrows as he took a sip. She noticed everything.

He was so fixated on his book, he didn’t even notice. She tried to see what he was reading, but the whole time the book was placed firmly on his lap. He shuffled between taking sips of his coffee, occasionally checking his watch, and reading.

He was just so perfect; she couldn’t bear to think of him going out of her life. The attraction was more than she could handle. She had never felt anything like this before.

As she went to the bathroom, she mustered up the courage to approach him. She didn’t know what she would say, but she couldn’t let this opportunity leave her.

She straightened up her outfit and fixed her hair. She walked out, and he was gone.

He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?

– A.E. Housman

‘He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?

He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.

I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,

and went with half my life about my ways.’

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About writingsuzanne

History graduate. Freelance writer and reviewer. Passionate about film, theatre and music (film soundtracks!).
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