Curtains

You, I found
in the space that holds no sound
taste the air of silvery shine
your gaze takes forever to reach mine
every detail is everything
the corners of your mouth curling
up
in 0.5 frames per second
or less
I profess
is why I let the hurt in
why I keep staring at the curtain
in the dead of night 
'cause my soul just might
reunite

I.A.m

'Cause there will come a time
When time goes out the window'
- Going Inside, John Frusciante