Lost

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.