If

If the sun is bright,
shouldn't I see it?
If the tree is lush,
wouldn't I see it?

It seems to be,
that despite the need,
there is nothing to see:
Only the dark.

If she smiles my way,
wouldn't I see it?
If the fog is lifting, 
shouldn't I see it?

It seems to me, 
that despite the need,
there is nothing to see:
When you're blind.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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October 1, 2015 at 10:37 PM
Blindness is loneliness.
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