Is That You / Estranged from Me

Part I: Is That You

H enjoys watching her loose.
Camouflage, his best trick in seeing,
a way he takes snapshots as noose
cut in the facets of her in peeling.

His heart, frozen by the stone,
flutters without his visible lens,
caught in a picture that keeps his eyes moving along ─

The light shimmers in the air ─ the time
in the parking lots, you could have recognized it
from his frozen eyesight with the heat inside,
burning swiftly,
sharply ─
concealed itself without any notice.

"Is that you?"
A glimpse catches one of the lens,
Hear no more,
what H can do is ardently to
keep replaying the image of
the shape of her mouth.
As he, who
can hardly be recognized,
zooms in, the hole
he melts in.

Part II: Estranged from Me

To leave may be the hardest thing you distance yourself from being haunted by H. Perhaps he meant not to cheat you. Ever. You thought you had him on hold, but it turns out all wrong. Both of you show nothing but a shadow in-between, which is strange. Strangers, you would call. As you estranged from me, both of us might fall. I thought that we would speak no more. In the parking lots the light shimmers in the air, and you could have recognized it from my asking.