Across The Hall

The Observer



I didn't mean to notice her.

But now that I have, I can't look away.

I'm drawn to her strength, her sorrow, the way she hopes.

The way she looks at him, sleeping, unaware...

My cravings aren’t for flesh alone.

It’s her essence I hunger for, her spirit.

I don’t wish to hurt her—only to taste what makes her whole.

I'll keep watching, sharing her silence, feeling her pain.

Until I can make her see me.

And once she does, I'll help her heal.

Not even when she tells me to go.



The Observed



I can feel his gaze, even from a distance.

I should be uncomfortable, but I'm not.

There's a comfort in his presence, a solace in his silent support.

He doesn't judge my tears, my fears, my desperate pleas.

He just watches, understands, and somehow, shares my burden.

I can't look away, not when I need him to stay.

Not when I want him to come closer.

Even as I sit here, holding onto a love that's slipping away, I find myself drawn to the observer.