clarity

a poem about seeing, and being seen, by you

i’ve often dreamt
how life would be
if i could wander it
unseen.

to float through days
a passing breeze
invisible.
just me.

i wished to have
no urge to hide
or to shut myself
inside.

to simply know
i wouldn’t show
the faintest trace
to find.

yet
if i were
to somehow be
invisible
just me—

then never would
i know the day
you turned
to look
at me.

for now i’m sure
you always were
the better wish and dream.
i’ve no more care
for when you’re there

it’s better i be seen.

perhaps it’s better this way
to watch the world fall away
and leave us to be
just you and me—
we.

perhaps it’s better like this
to lose ourselves in a kiss
and amidst all the sighs
to open our eyes—
see.

perhaps it’s better right here
to watch the world disappear
to be shown, to be known
to no longer be alone—

for as long as you’re clear
and as long as you’re near
for as long as you are
my darling, my love, my dear—

i’m always
home.