holding breath; tracing depth.

do my eyes stay shut
as time stops this night of silence,
leaving nothing but the lonely moon?
yes.
i would slit this eyelid,
pulling teeth and heartstrings.

i had no choice but to watch her fade away.

could she see this being,
weighed down with ambivalent fear,
split where she severed ties?
i guess not.
i sleep to dream in shades of fantasy,
where five minutes stretched into hours.

and she has riddled me with unmistakable doubt.

she lied when she said otherwise,
never quite feeling the same.
she prays to no god, because she exists a deity herself.
i'd give anything to hear the exhalation.
she loves in every other direction
and rises above my level of reach.

years of eight lettered-sentences halted and forgotten;
you missed what you had meant to say:
"in this stationary hour, i walk away. i won't return."