To whom it concerns:
You’re here (as they say) and you’re always here,
You’re always around. The clear space
Between bodies and bodies and objects
The white sound when it’s quiet, because there’s never
There’s never nothing. (as they say)
But there is you, a simple sort of chaos
The shadows and bits of darkness that take attention from the light,
And the flashes that send them away.
The soft pause
Between someone’s breathing; or harsher yet, the moment before they
That’s you. (as they say)
There’s never nothing, and, (as they say), what would be called nothing becomes
I can’t understand who you are,
Or your motives, or what you do. Why would you waste time on something like me?
But your presence lingers
And I can feel you,
Breathing down my back.
I would never be able to turn to look you in the eye.
I thank you sincerely for your time.