Hyding

I recognize,

and she recognizes,

the dichotomy within me.

Within her.

Within and Between us.

It’s the eye contact.

The acknowledgement.

The recognition.

“Why do you stare, so sure, at this one eye?”
They see my falsehoods.
My attention waivers to the second, but I feel shame.
She doesn’t. She embraces the contact.
She pulls me in and pulls me back to somewhere I thought never existed.
Because it doesn’t.
She doesn’t.

“Your certainty is pretense.
           I’m your only rock.”
She throws those words as if I’d catch them.
I know better.
I know better,
because she doesn’t.

“You think they understand? You label yourself as Same?”
Shut up!
“Same… Same... Sane.”
Through sudden impulse, I find my hands around her neck.
The finger prints dirty the glass between us.
The tears sully my façade.

As I
       f
         a
            l
              l


She…
Silence.

But I am never alone.