I don’t see you
When my eyes are shut.
Instead, I feel you;
The anticipation of a car crash,
The grinding of teeth
Before a new day.
When I open my eyes
I see you in unknown faces;
A glint in the whites of eyes.
You are a twitch of the lip,
A furrow of the brow,
A nervously cruel smirk.
Sometimes,
In the point between
Sleeping and waking,
You are nowhere.
I feel movement for myself.
My pain becomes my own.
And sometimes,
When I look at others closely,
You disappear
And from your absence
Their beauty
Is carved real.