My vision left me about,
or nearly, when you showed.
Unable to turn,
or backwards glance,
just stand there,
sensing
you.
I struggled to reach for you,
in vain, as you approached.
Unable to rise,
these phantom limbs
just stay there,
as you
come.
Still sightless but I can see
acoustics, energy,
unable to tap,
only witness
sounds of you
when you're
near.
I don't think they'll clap for me,
but mock with walking feet,
with their failing arms,
with their strange ways,
strange custom,
watching
me.
But it's when we're together,
so close, so far away,
a healing embrace
like lotteries
I'll never,
ever
win.
A rogue wind brushes us by,
and I know you can feel
what it is I feel.
Although apart,
together
we're still
one.
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Thinking Man's Prison
I, witness
Imagine Freedom
Starchild
Melt