For a while we were nothing
eyes that touched but didn’t speak
Together in the corporeal sense
we kept a bolt of politeness folded between us
recognizing only as much
as the negative space our bodies make
in the background landscape of disparate worlds

Now the veil is dropped
I look at you and our eyes
can hold hours of conversation
You see me even in absence
recognizing the shape of the spirit
and your world had become the foreground of mine.