I see something interesting

behind those dark windows

~

I can’t see inside

only the part

that faces me

~

and that is white

like a blank piece of paper

I have to treat you

when you surface

differently

~

when you’re in the corner

or stretched out

unevenly

~

either way

I have to be sharp

and treat you

your excess

I only see the shadow

in front of me

of the door

I stand in

and half opened

~

is it because I feel

so small

~

or because the door

feels

so big

I saw these two hand prints

in the dust

touching

the corrugated glass

~

I wondered if it was you

and me

trying to feel

you

~

or did you never touched

what us divides

while I waited