Raw

Would you search for me,
As I did for you?
Hunting out the traces,
Nuances that only the Curious-
Could find?
Would you be thinking
Of me, the way I did?
Would you be reflecting at all-
On the conversation
And the sudden connect we had;
Lost in the moment-
When the rawness in our eyes had met?
But maybe-
It was a play all along.
The objective laden
Cunning march to con on-
Whilst the folly laid bare-
Right before your gaze.