Hidden Beauty

Somethings are best left hidden.

She read the book.
He wrote the book.

She danced as she read.
He watched the fluid movements.

She loved beautiful things.
He made them into memories.

In a place where time is on repeat. Beautiful things die a gruesome death. Only ever hearing him until it's too late. His mementos become clues. Will it ever end. Beautiful bodies lay in the street. Seen but never acknowledged.