The cynic, the silent

Breathing, living

Closing her eyes tight

Trying to grip something that isn’t there.

“What am I afraid of?” she asks… I ask.

I am afraid of you.

You, in all your light and rarity

Which I’ve only known inside myself

Until now

Share your light with me and let me be light.

The way you speak, the way you sing

The way you look at me for a moment

And I dare to look back.

The more I know you, the less I understand.

The less I understand, the more I know myself…

The more I doubt myself.

The only one who scares me more than you is I.

And it is I, alone.

I am alone.