...

i captured your soul;
stopped time so
you're forever young,
and as still
as a photograph.

you stare at me endlessly;
i stare at you,
permanently unchanging
your beauty and madness,
stranded on a wall.

though, i don't hear your
distress; no,
not your call.
so i stand up, open the door,
leave you staring
from behind the fancy window.

why don't you follow me?

i know why you don't.

you just can't.

your soul's trapped in time,
sealed behind shimmering glass.