By carmen
Date: 22 November 1998

Moved

Breath betray me.
I'm afraid 
you'll run away if I speak.
Like eavsdropping on 
some phenomenon in nature
I hesitate, knowing that when I move
I'll frighten you,
destroying the beauty
of the innocent moment I'm witnessing, 
and am somehow a part of.
And as we all do at some moment-
I move
and as I knew you would
so do you.
You retreat into your haven
and I am now alone
saddened that you left so quickly
yet grateful that you stepped into my world-
however briefly.