Fleeing

Your eyes are rushing to find mine. Quick paces keeping time around every corner, and you're wishing that I would slow down and let them catch up. But I'm hiding. Hiding away from you because everything you do leaves an inner terror seeping into my very being. So my eyes run from yours and my head whips around at the cautionary noise of your arrival. And I'll look at you. Just for a second. Too afraid that your eyes will show me something I'm not ready to see, and your mouth will tell me something I'm too nervous to accept.