Mannequins

I dive in the flashing lights

like a swimmer 

plunging into the sea. 

Each shift in hue 

sends a search team 

to look for 

the slightest glimpse of you. 

I wait patiently,

longing for someone

to look at me

as you once did,

before your eyes began to roll back,

leaving only hollow sockets

that echo back my cries.

I watch

laughter bounce off walls,

connections ignite,

and people flow to music’s pulse.

Yet I feel like a foreigner

in the vibrant chaos of life

that I once saw as magic.

Countless of times I’ve stood alone 

in a crowded room 

of random faces—

playing in the world 

of the unknown.

Now, here I stand

numb to the world, 

lost in the blur 

searching for whats been taken from me.

The one thing I've feared to lose,

was the final string I hold.

It is now in your hands—

my last piece of hope. 

The warmth of love

fades to a distant memory,

leaving nothing but a chill

that creeps down my spine.

So, I keep dancing among mannequins,

swaying through the flashing lights,

wishing for a miracle,

to find a fragment of a thread

in someone else's hands.