Looking at Me

A gaze falls gently, quietly,

as if nothing was ever lost,

as if no searching was required—

a presence unlearning silence.

A recognition deeper than senses,

something woven through universe and time,

entangled atoms bridging distance,

knowing before knowing itself.

Eyes rest on eyes,

as a child's might have wished

in a house where absence spoke loudly,

in rooms where hours stretched unseen,

spaces carved only by waiting.

In this look, shadows do not gather,

no hidden motives ripple beneath the surface,

no quiet unease moves behind

the clarity of the present.

This is not a promise, not a wish,

but something simpler, something essential—

a pure acknowledgment of being,

untethered by past or future.

Here, the lost quietly come to rest

finding home in what cannot be spoken,

a voiceless place and vast,

the final resting place

your eyes on mine,

and mine on yours