" and he: (and this was almost unbearable)
he saw me see him,
and I saw him see me.
He said something like, You're going to be ok now,
or, It's been difficult hasn't it,
but what he said mattered only a little.
We met — in our mutual gaze — in between a third place I'd not yet been. "

― Marie Howe , Magdalene: Poems