swift 

syncopated movements 

a hurried hallway

footsteps beating

in echoing ethereal combat.

the eyes of those i pass

bright and hazy

two seconds, the intimacy lasts

shorter than expected and hoped

as always.

and in those moments of false recognition

both parties are stricken

with forlorn remembrance

of something lost 

or forgotten

and so

you quicken

your pace

your heart beats

a hazy red filter and

breeze 

that spins her hair in a whirlwind

around a pleasant face