I was looking at you look at me, from the corner of your heart.
It is a place only you and me can see together.
The valves mingle within the warm waters of what you call love.
I am not there.
You are.
Suddenly,we look away,almost together.
It is as if what we said or did or understood as ours was not ours anymore but you now speak in third person.
I don’t exist.
You don’t exist.
You are now looking at me looking at you, the you that doesn’t exist. You are here. I am not.
All I see is you. The you that doesn’t exist.
