It loses weight

Close my eyes; not tight shut, but closed.
I see it.
It loses weight, deflates.
Crisp, not sharp.
This gift.
Desperation.

Hours like this.

Trust.

Soon I can let them open,
open to see,
it has passed.

Forgive.

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[Berlin. Intercontinental Hotel. Photographs of photographs]