He looks — as though the Silence —
had lent him all its weight —
and every word — unspoken —
still lingers at the Gate —

His eyes — they search to find me —
yet never cross the seam —
as if the soul approached me —
but only in a dream —

I stand — as if a Question —
awaiting to be heard —
but he — becomes the Answer —
and never speaks — a word —