You are an idea in my mind

a memory on my skin

a voice in my head

a nearness in my early morn,
my late night

a breath

I am a recognition
in your eyes

That's where I am the most real

but I can only follow you
to the edge

You can only join me
unto mine

How long is a partial eternity?

How concise is a life?

Without is an open plain
Without is a cave trodden with a headlamp