Above us:
Wrong time,
wrong place.
For now, itβs safer
keeping our secrets.
Tension builds,
and in just a bit
it will all pour out.
Donβt look into my eyes
if you donβt want to share your story.
With every gaze, the gap is closing.
Something unvoiced is flowing.
The pendulum sways.
Is there life left?
Is it still a warm place,
or an illusory glow?
If you donβt want to let someone
into your territory,
please turn your head,
turn your eyes.
Seeing right through, you betray
who you were
and who you became.