of seeing you behind my tears

you stood glossed in front of me.

like an antique.

like porcelain.

and everything else just stopped.

like portrait.

frozen-still.

like almost dead.

 

you stood blurred in front of me.

like a shadow.

like a demon.

and the rest just faded away.

like a small feather.

like almost gone.

 

 

– previously posted here – 

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