There was a question in your eyes…

There was a question in your eyes,
A furtive, tentative wondering…
I sensed the absence of certainty and
Some searching, questing, cautious query.

You greeted me like
Fireflies,
With chemical inquiry
And no recognition.

You scanned the volumes of myself,
Perhaps seeking on my shelves
A familiar title.
But finding no tale to your liking,
You settled for trailing your fingers
Softly along the spines
As your shoes tapped staccato farewell
On the library tiles.

There was a question in your eyes…
And no answers in mine.