how is it possible
that the absence
of a presence
could be so tangible;
that there is a shape
to fluid nothing,
and that a void
could be defined?

i sense
the boundaries
of emptiness
when i cut vegetables
at your table
as you stand
transparent
in plain sight,
so patently invisible
i could describe
your every feature;
and i am deafened
by your screaming silence

but i see your eyes in the mirror,
a borrowed blue