Hallways

I see her walking,
she keeps on talking.
I see the sun in her hair,
even if it isn't there.
I long to hold her,
to see her smolder.
Feeling her warmth in my arms,
her gaze piercing my heart,
the world continues its rotation,
frozen, we are exempt from these laws,
people rushing past,
how long does this last.
We drift back to our ways,
as if we were only parts of plays.
And we continue, our walks down these hallways.