Arriving in the corner of my sight
I see you for the first time.

I follow light traces
until they leave the other worldly surfaces.

You look like a ghost,
an apparition,

that’s appeared
only for me to see.

You walk on by
to where my eyes go blind.

I think my stunned looks
have turned you away

and now you’ve passed
beyond the corners glass...

As if in a dream
you return to me within reality

and I see you
as you see me…

as our images cross and merge,
separate and disperse,

we are never to be

re-aligned
*(again).