Just About To Be

There are girls I see in passing
Who I instinctively want to see again
Dancing eyes
An intriguing aura, or attitude
Anything
That makes me want them
To linger there awhile
Inevitably the moment has passed
Before I'm fully aware
That up lies opposite to down
I'm still fumbling around
To get my feet back on the ground
And she's gone
Fast escaping my grasp
I could run
Follow her... but...
Chasing just isn't me
But I know that if I ever see her again
Then I'll know where I'm just about to be