The naked eyes of each other’s words
Keep us from looking away
Long after the last sentence.
We sit apart in different corners
Of the world
Silent upon our tongues.
Thoughts hold unspoken meanings
Examine every turn of phrase
Layer after layer. Sometimes,
As if you were with me, I find myself
Is so beautiful…”
Many, many years from now
I know I shall recollect this,
Where we’re here
staring — like, I at your face,
— not for anything, other than
This happened: this sitting
People are coming into our lives
People are leaving our lives
They build on them, they cut out parts
Until we hang like rooms
Half-demolished, their wallpaper
Fraying into rags, and
Even addresses take on different
Street names, for life alone is so theatrical.
They are coming, and they are leaving;
Soon our souls will be all that are left
For knowing one another.