eye

in this unfolding of time,

i flip the script.

my grief will be my strength.

my tragedy, my superpower.

you have become my guiding star.

my view is outward, bending space

towards

this milimetric hope.

i know you are on the other side

of the screen, watching me,

as you always did

while i was asleep,

and you, awake.

it’s same, as ever

as i, asleep,

with you, awake,

meet your gaze in

the gleam of

a sun ray

casted down on

a straight petal.

i know then, you are not the ray.

you are my eyes, that can see it.