It's here again.

Another new day
of faces and places

None of which remind me of you

I'm up again

Ready to meet a future

the empty picture frame
of what's to come

all of which
won't have you in it

I wait to close my swollen eyes

if only to
sleep

think

 sneeze

                                                             daydream

                               cry

In between
I find my hesitant gift of vision

I imagine you here

Each memory
more serene
than what my open eyes
might never again
                                                                    see

Only without sight

can I forever keep the beauty that is you

of us

Twisted skin wrapped in snapshots of we





I am going to crazy glue my eyes shut.

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