I Can’t See
A poem about sight

I can’t see.
I know you’re there, and I want to reach and extend my fingertips to send an electric shock through our bodies, but you’re not with me.
I can barely make out your silhouette on the horizon, and it’s becoming more and more hazy by the second.
Soon, I can’t seen you at all. I know you’re there, that you’re safe, happy even-but not with me.
I’m blinded. Blinded by hate, rage, jealousy, and the ignorance that deteriorated our happiness. That happiness is now a distant memory, fading as fast as your silhouette.
You couldn’t replenish our happiness faster than I could take it, and it was too much stress for us.
I’ve ruined us.
I’ll never see you again, I’ll forget about you. I don’t want to, I’m not ready to let go yet.
What happened to all our happiness?
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