lost in the backlight

you're standing right here,

and I can't see you. Your face
so beautiful, traced with mind's eye
from a thousand and more goings over
of times when you stood

Right here.
I could reach out and touch almost.
Now you're here,

all the background shines
so much,

from a host of foundations and frames
we've sketched in so deep,

the perspective recedes in traceries thick,
constellations of stars we've each placed, and named
, and hung

so much light, years off now -

it is still coming in
on us. What
comes next?
I will stand here, so fully and over
exposed, while you
stand here drowning
in halo effects, and your face

your beautiful face -
I can't see

for the light
coming off what we used
to be.