“Whaaat?”
She exclaims,
as she catches
me stare.
“Nothing..”
I tell her,
as if I don’t care..
But is “nothing”
The All
of what I see there?

Is “nothing”
the culprit
for warmth
that I feel..
as she’s yapping
non-stop
about everything
into my ear.

Is “nothing”
to blame
for the ache
that I feel..
while she’s
all the way yonder..
and I’m missing her
all the way here.

Is “nothing”
what spirals
our dialogue
into its depths..
as we ponder
truths unknowable
together..
sometimes,
upon foundations
just as solid
as thin air.

Is “nothing”
what causes
my tender heart
to race..
as I press her gently
up against a wall..
as she quietly moans
in my loving embrace.

Well then..
Is “nothing”
all that is there
to behold..
as she catches
my googly-eyed
stare?

Nayy..
Truth be told,
it is everything.
It’s The All of her
that I see..
both now and always..
there and everywhere.