ruin
There is almost nothing I could not bear
if it were seen clearly
and named by the one who knows me.
Recognition makes the unbearable smaller—
it gives it shape, boundary,
a place to rest inside the mind.
So tell me—
why won’t you let me look upon you fully?
We stay in the corridor of approach,
close enough to feel the shift in the air,
too far to touch.
But if you turned toward me,
even once,
we could at least see one another
in the dim light of what can’t be lived.
Let me see you
so you can see yourself.
Let me be the moment you approach,
the brief suspension
before recognition forms.
Let me be the face
that reunites us
before reason arrives
to ruin it.