He spins me between his fingers
as the sunshine strikes his eyes
and as seeing into Medusas’,
all my thoughts turn into stone.

Nothing has ever existed before,
nor will ever exist again.
Minutes…
Hours…
Years pass by
and there’s still nothing to be said.

How can I translate into trivialities
what I feel when his eyes crash into mine?
How can I put into everyday words
the fact that he is the designated driver
on these never-ending hit-and-runs
everytime we colide?
That just as some mythological character
I keep regenerating overnight
again and again and again
‘till next time he runs over me?

A polite frozen smile is all that was left in me.
As the unaltered exoskeleton of a lobster
as it’s being cooked alive.

I face away instead.
Pinched between my fingers is all I could ever have said.
Then slowly, very slowly so he doesn’t notice
I stick these words that will never be his in my pocket.

He spins me between his fingers
…and grins…
like a Cheshire cat

Through the window the world is silent
suddenly reflected in blues and greens.