when the sun rises
I can’t help wondering if you miss me,
if you remember the feel of my eyes lingering on you for a moment too long.
did it scare you? the way I took you in as if you were hanging in the Louvre,
how I followed the movement of your lips like I was at the ballet,
when I traced your path throughout the room like a hunter to her prey
all when I thought you wouldn’t notice.
could you hear the pounding in my chest, incessant and telling, as I fought the urge to tear my eyes from your ruthless gaze?
I withered under the bright light. it is in my nature to cower from intensity such as yours.
when day breaks, will you think about the quiver in my voice and tremble in my hands as we said goodbye?
I long for you to remember
but we are nocturnal friends, accessible to each other only after the night has fallen.
I am but one forgettable body in a sea of memorable ones
and in the morning sun I shift into someone unrecognizable,
the mystique and beauty bestowed upon me by the moon now revoked.
if you are to remember me, let it be when I was bathed in the moonlight
and not as I was when the sun began to rise.