Under the lamp post, across the street, so close and far away.
Nowhere is safe, and suspicion can leave toxic marks under the skin.
Fingertips bleed with wanting the space to be shared.
Encased in a deep breath, terrified to let it go, it will disappear.
Tears choke up inside, causing the falling of faith.
No answers at present, but allowed to stop for a moment.
It was just a stolen moment.