he’ll be leaving soon

when he’s been gone

all along.


For a flash of a second, someone turned the blaring overhead lights on when I had painstakingly taken measures to make sure the room was dim.


Low lighting hides all flaws or at the very least, softens them. What’s seen in starkness is garish but undeniably true. I only meant for him to take refuge in the illusion. But.


One can’t un-see what they have seen.