Exposed

There's something in him

I can't seem to catch.

Something distinct,

something rare.

It's hiding

but its emitting through his eyes,
luring me to look closer

like a painting that needs inspection
for a dripping wet paint.

I take a step forward,
and it takes a step back.
It looks at me
curious yet frightened
wondering if I was here to catch it.

I lift my arms
and rest my hands
on the very spot
that used to be filled with warmth.

I can sense it's stare,
longing and hopeful.

But there was no hope,
not for it.

It's longing for possession
within that body of his
has turned the warm sea into ice bergs
and the warm summer into a lifeless winter.

I look back at it.
This time, into his eyes
and
this time, it has left.

It has left with a trailing cloud of darkness.
But with each trail the colors got brighter
as if it was never there to begin with.

All that is left
is the lifeless body staring back at me.