Looking

Looking past
the dark corners
of the mind
into black depths
of what once
was a soul
~
one finds shreds
of memories
a touch here
a look there
somethings buried
forgotten, on purpose
~
and then there's
that look
that peek
into the empty
out of the blue
just being there
~
can you see it
without looking
can you hear it
without sound
can you feel it
without touching
~
have you
known me
all this time
were you hiding
from me or am I
hiding from you
~
and
are we
succeeding
in being
without
expecting
~
or
are we
bleeding
for being
who we are
without wanting to