through your eyes, trapped in stills

I will let you walk away this time with the most precious of my treasures.

I will hug you goodbye. You'll rush out under the pretext of the bad weather and driving conditions.

I will close the door and not see you leaving. I will feel like hiding for days.

"It's the awkwardness", I'll think. "it's the moon..."

I will sit in silence, still feel the body warm against the cold wall; your presence is not here anymore. I let you leave and take my memories with you; you're the ghost who took my nights of sleep; you got what you needed, you may rest in peace.

it'll be a terrible mistake to not approach me.

I will let you see me the way you look for...