These words belong to us.

As I write these words they belong to me.
As you read them they belong to you.

I write them from a long time away.
You read them from an equal distance.

I feel satisfied as understanding reveals what I didn’t know.
You feel the feelings arriving to you.

If you see light: the light belongs to you.
If you see darkness: that too is yours.

If you see beauty: you are beautiful.
If you see ugliness: you have found your troll.

In the mirror between us on which my pen rests I see my face.
In the mirror between us on which your eyes rest you see your face.

These words belong to us.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.