Captured (part 3)

He holds me in both hands 

His eyes look through me

He wonders

What she might be thinking of right now

And I’m just a facsimile

A drop of sweat rests in the small

Of his back and he’s gone

Captured by some feeling a moment 

Black and white

It’s simply a memory of her face 

Her head cocked sideways and those hands

Clawing with frustration she can’t see

What it is that she needs

And so they go away and he comes back now

To this place

All that’s left are fragments and photos 

Now he smiles

Now he sees

Lyrics by Bopstar