blind

I never saw the colors
in my hazy recollection
has this place changed
or was it I?

I believed my ex
for frequenting steam baths
to read

I never saw the flowers
muted memories of dead grass
But now I see between the brown
green shoots emerging

I would have moved the earth
but I was a mere convenience
a confidant but not in turn

There is so much light
I should not rue
how long it took me to see
beyond umbric night

I was in need of rescue
my pattern of rescuing others
and misplaced loyalties

I could not have love
my heart was not ready;
or if I had love,
I would not have seen it.

 


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