Shifts in color

My eyes drifted to the doors.

Hands slipping from the handles,

I stay stuck in motion.

Dancing in sorrow,

I'm fine—

Why do I say that

All the time.

Memories I'm running from

Latch to my legs.

Slow burn,

Regretful experiences.

Haven't felt myself

For the past few days.

Mask in motion;

Hope no one notices.