Contre-Jour

You come in from the porch lit up from the wrong side grocery bags still swinging past the counter, out of frame You ask if I ate today I already know you know (I count the seconds you wait for my answer) that's the part I never learn Every gesture reads like noise too much of it to name I stand here counting kindness like I'm bad at counting change And I see you in contre-jour… You refold the blanket I didn't ask you to straighten what was never crooked call it habit, call it proof I clock every quiet thing you do and lose you in translation (fluent in every other silence, foreign in this one) Every gesture reads like noise too much of it to name I stand here counting kindness like I'm bad at counting change And I see you in contre-jour… Nobody's stood this close with this much light before I don't call it blindness because I can't see I call it blindness because I've never had to look this hard,sun behind you, aimed straight at me Every gesture reads like noise too much of it to name I stand here counting kindness like I'm bad at counting change And I still see you in contre-jour…