To impress the souls
that bare their
pace in these
crowded hallways.

Uneasy blue,
fluorescent lights.
You suddenly walk slowly.
A side eye, a glimpse,
of a crescent moon
that won't dare change direction.

Grief, jealousy, disappointment.
My gown glowing.
Standing feeling weak.
The walls are loud.

Walking away like
the contact of our eyes,
"I lost something."
But remembering
calls you, and I have
lost you.