I am holding your hand right up until the moment I see him from the corner of my eye. The boy that hounds my mind at night and shadows your face when I kiss you. Suddenly I move the way people do when they don't have the time to(more) think. Instantly my hand was gone from yours and I step away.
Then he is gone again.
I look back at you, at your eyes cast down, hurt, and shame bubbles in my chest like hot tar. All at once, there is suddenly lightyears of distance between us now, further than my apologetic grasping hands could ever reach. (less)