FADING

You are fading: pattern of breath on a sheet of glass from a mouth small and pursed and bodiless against a pane: you are leaching colour dying in the pitiless glare in the corner of a room you are fading: white rim around dark pupils deprived too long of the light from other eyes: you are bleaching into a snapshot taken on a bridge in too much sun your shirt like my love overexposed in a fixed and perilous stare:

Are you there?