Do you see me over here
as I prepare my words?
When you read verses
I have written,
do you not see our forms
in images I sketch?

All of these years,
and you have not seen
my hidden places,
though I map them
clearly for your eyes.

All of these years,
and you have not heard
my secret stories
though I spoke them
softly to your ears.

Do I fade and disappear
as you deny my words?
Who is this someone
you have become,
and where is the person
I used to be, my love?

Casey Mack (2009)