Nothing

We didn't talk
about anything really
as we peered
into each other's eyes.

We had said
about all there was
to say when things
get quiet.

The sun was setting
and on the distant horizon
I could see the tree line
she was pointing at,
her arm's trembling
and delicate shadow
fading out
with the end
of a long day.

Here, on our hillside,
we saw the same sun,
the same hills,
the same trees,
and yet, what I saw
when I looked at her
was not at all what
she saw when she looked
at me looking at her.

In me, she saw
a face reflecting
all things made new
in the temper
of her shade.

In her, I saw nothing,
merely the fading light,
a strand of eternity
having reached out
to touch my heart,
and we became a shadow,
darkness on the wind.

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