Those fall days,

That make you think,

Those bittersweet dreams,

That make you blink,

That raw emotion deep inside,

The facial expression I try to hide,

Those warm memories,

Those endless conversations,

Suddenly stopped and dissipated,

Like the fog in the early morning,

That fleeting look,

Those hidden touches,

Have all come to a stop,

What do I do?,

If I decide to do anything,

I'll just stay quiet and hidden,

Like a shadow,

Colorless,

No presence,

Just the power of my stare.