A stranger’s eyes

I’ve never felt you so close. There you are, sitting right next to me. Breathing the same air I breathe. As I breathe in you breathe out. I had been looking at you since you sat down next to me, yet you never once looked at me. Never batted your eyelashes in my direction.Never smiled that geeky smile of yours at me. Never glanced up at me. You continued to look at your hands as if you’ve never seen them as they lay lifeless in your lap. You start fiddling with them and moving them around, experimenting with them, like you’ve just been given hands. and yet, you never looked at me. I’ve never felt you so close and yet so far away. It’s like sitting next to a corpse, except you breathe. You breathe and you blink and you move. You can’t see me anymore. Not who I used to be anyway. I’m someone else to you. Someone different. Not the same person you touched. Who you felt. Who you marked. No. That person’s gone. Now its someone else. Someone staring at you. Someone you don’t know. If you did look up, you’d know that it was me. The same me, you touched, and felt. and marked. But you didn’t. and Now the seat next to me is empty and im sitting here staring straight ahead. Just staring. and not blinking.


Yours truly,

Painted Shadow


5 thoughts on “A stranger’s eyes

  1. i really really really like this. but can i just say that if you remove ‘a corpse wouldn’t and ‘a stranger’ i think it would flow more – and the title would remain more meaningful. just a little thought – do it if it feels right to you 🙂

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