I thought I knew
my place in the world
when I traced
with blunted fingers, like paper ghosts,
the contours of my dreams:
that silent, echoless chamber
of things in a reality now so far
from existence.
When I unshroud my invisibility
(if I ever can),
I thought I knew
(and I thought you knew)
I would only give you pain.
I really thought I knew...
until you found me with your light
so close to being a miracle;
until I saw you
with my eyes so close to being closed.
I still wonder, even today,
why you looked so happy to see me again -
but it somehow made me feel
as though I really did have a place
(if you know what I mean)
in the world.
