
she has no sense
of what I see,
the essence of her
clings to me.
In her eyes
that cannot exist.
why has that thought occurred?
was there something
that I missed,
something gone unheard?
how can she see,
if she can’t see me?
her ears cannot exist.
why has that thought occurred?
was there something
that I missed,
some unspoken word?
how can they hear,
if I am not there
to whisper
the sounds
she understands,
sounds that touch
the soul.
her hands cannot exist.
why has that thought occurred?
was there something
that I missed,
for they cannot touch me
yet, my heart just stirred
how can they hold?
I do not understand.
what could they hold,
if not my hand?
what is existence?
what is “to be”?
who planted these thoughts
inside of me?
thoughts that occur
when I think of her.
When I think
“can she exist?”