I slipped between seconds,
where silence hums in pink and chrome,
a heartbeat off from real,
but realer than what I've known.

your voice? it echoes backwards,
your gaze? it bends the night,
and suddenly I'm nowhere
but everything feels right.

half-asleep, I'm floating
through a hallway made of sighs,
every door maybe,
every mirror tells me lies.

you smile in slow motion,
I reach, but you're already gone.
is this love or delusion?
or just my twilight zone?