the lost is written across your lips

it only takes a second to register the 

disappointment

only a second to see that there is only 

one thing i could have done

one thing i would have done

to change the outcome of our tale

i see the way you move around

how your arms hang by your side your

hair swept apart 

your face registers nothing 

neither fear nor apprehension

yet theres a coldness in the room

and i can see through the shadows

to the rifling of your fingers the 

darting of your eyes the inevitable

raising of your face to meet

the light 

and i see that 

i am you