Reflection

you walk right by
seeming not to notice the world.
no one is staring you in the face
but I'm watching
from the crevices between my eyelids.
I'm looking at you without looking to you.
it's your ghost I see floating past
a rippling contortion on a pane of glass.
suddenly I think our gazes are parallel
when in reality they intercept
head-on
head behind
I can't see your face anymore
but you see mine.
I turn around
and you're looking to me.