the space between

[failpanda]

in halls where empty is a strip
internal
walls that push in, squeezing closer and closer
i catch myself breathing
gutted, whimpery breaths
i am slowly choking on thoughts of past conversations
there was a steady transformation in your gait,
your sideways glance
one lock of hair to block the sunlight
jaded eyes
waiting
she had that kind of stare you could relax into
no expectations, yet hopeful
i had the audacity to question your desertion
my fatal blow to an already-weakened temper
your icons decorate my memory
in a perfect line of loss