I feel your gaze upon me,
across borders
forever open.
Your eyes seeking
my world;
our voyeuristic double-life,
kept alive by what if…
What could have…
What can be…
What will be…
…
The thoughts evaporate.
Abbreviated by every breath.
The diaphragm of society
breathing them in,
out
in
out,
until they are nothing
more than
hot air greeting cold.
Momentarily seen.
Mislaid instantly.
Lost in the unspoken
silent distance.
shiny pebbles 