Those Who Haunt Us

Behind the door,
there are your eyes
There should be
a face
That's what he thinks
With her head in her arms
Sitting there
because she's right there behind the door
he's afraid of that
so he dances on a tightrope
backing away when it gets too hot
But her blue conveyed a sense of gentleness, she said
And there is so much confidence in her heart that it radiates all around her
She doesn't want anything
She looks
She fears nothing
She's looking at me
I think, for a long time
for a long time
If only I could run faster than the child who's flying away
Teetering over the void.