Hunted

Hunted by people, hunted by you.

Hunted by neat hair, like fields in Autumn.

Hunted by eyes, like hope shattered with gold.

Hunted by a smile that stops time.

Hunted by the scent of Christmas on clothes and skin.

Hunted by hands, ready to lift fear away.

Hunted by legs dancing in a dream.

Hunted by words, malice and hostility.

Hunted by you, that wasn't you.

Hunted by a room stained with victories.

Hunted by a bed full of miseries.

Hunted by a day, long gone.

Hunted by a shadow that could be my own.