The blank in his eyes
Is scaring me.
He couldn’t recognise
The voice,
Which once was
His only choice.
I can see my existence
Being erased slowly
From the fate lines
Of his palm.
His hollow memories
Resisting me to trace,
To trace his fingerprints
On my every dream,
Which now are
Nightmares.
It’s a betrayal, a betrayal of time.
The tick-tock of the
Running watch
Seems to eat me.
The tears are afraid to shed,
May be because
There is somebody
Who forgot how to hold on.