Click. Flutter. Flash.

I don’t want this moment to pass.

I watch as you smile—

a dimple forms on your right cheek,

your laughter a quiet tremor in the air.

Slowly, my hand slides up,

fingertips meeting the warmth of your skin.

My heart races,

my head spins.

Click. Flutter. Flash.

I shouldn’t feel this way.

I shouldn’t want to hold on.

This feeling—twisted, tangled—

it wasn’t meant for me.

Not for you.

Not for us.

Your laughter fades,

your eyes searching mine.

The weight of silence between us—

heavy, unbearable, too much to name.

Click. Flutter. Flash.

I see the question forming in your gaze.

I see the answer I already fear.

I see everything.

And I see nothing at all.

The curtain rustles—

cool air rushes in

as you step out,

your footsteps echoing away.

I stay.

Frozen.

The pictures flutter to the floor—

captured moments,

ghosts of something unspoken,

something never meant to last.