a closer view of you

So I no longer write – Sorry,
but it’s because you’re right here,
and what’s so wrong with that?
All along I wrote of you,
though who “you” were I never knew
until my words rang true;
Now all I’ve mind to do
is to just let you be you,
without dire need to narrate
what is seen or felt of anything –
your footsteps are no longer pirouettes,
and I am no longer in your audience.