Seeing

This is what all of our knowledge tells me: 
You’ve never seen me; I’ve never seen you.

I have smelled and touched and tasted but I've never seen anything but light. 
Reflected sunlight I know as you; it describes you so subtly.

And it is towards the sun we grow; growing our skin to ward off the sun. To keep our selves inside of us we divide the light to both reflect and permeate our being.

So maybe, by the act of the sun’s light seeking, finding, and cascading from you, it becomes you. After all, it was the sun that made us.

We are our star's very atoms, assembled in mass and verse, 
inversely proportioned by distance.

So maybe, when the light bounces from our skin, 
we do see each other after all.