Knowledge turned to Knives

Alone we sit
in this crowded room
as our wandering eyes meet.
I stare forever,
into your cool blue eyes,
and you stare back.
And I wonder
if maybe you have forgiven?
I realize how well I know you
and how well you know me.
We cannot live like this forever,
reading into each other's lives,
reading each other's journals.
Knowledge turned to knives.
All I did was something new,
something different, but I overstepped.
Only doing the same thing as you
but I must feel your wrath.
Your eyes narrow
and glare for a year.
Then they turn away
as I realize
that our wandering eyes met only
for an immortal second.