From where I stood.

I wondered if you noticed I was there.

You wandered around the room

aimlessly, as though I wasn’t there..

I felt your small delicate feet.

Stomping hard on my eyes.

Unable to withstand the pain.

I too eluded you,

with this childish little game.

I stopped for a moment

and recalled what we had in the past.

I loved you, I wanted to erase

these painful memories at last.

No matter which direction I would go.

I’d smelled your scent of lilac.

Oh how I loved that fragrance so.

Maybe it’s better this way, standing here

but in separate parts of the room.

That way we don’t start ripping each other apart.

At the first sight of the full moon.