caught in a moment,
between who I am and who I was.
Both faces locked in a moment.
Held just to see the look in the eyes.
The one hurting the other.
There is no way out.
One will be gone,
hands on the cold marble.
I am already cold.
And still this moment holds still.
Look away, the eyes still search.
Scars of my past light the room.
Memories dance around my head unseen.
And the only words I can utter.
I don't want to do this anymore.
