You entered the crowded room
And I escaped from your view
I didn't want to tackle your gaze
Unable to confront your eyes

My head turned to the floor
I slowly eased myself away
Dreading even a cordial hello
I just wanted to disappear

A few balanced paces at a time
Helped me sustain an invisible stance
As I reached the door to exit
I thought I was safe

But I'm just a prisoner on the run
A slave to the memory of the past
Perfecting the art of escape
Yet always getting caught off guard