I used to see you every day aware of the shifting air molecules as you passed, I knew the sound of your soft, measured footfalls. The honey-warm velvet resonance of your voice vibrated my eardrums at that rarefied frequency. When you stopped to talk to me, I could never hold your gaze for long because it was like looking directly into the birth of the universe The source of the sun and everyone knows that if you stare too long at the sun you go blind