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Lost Lens
I have wondered
once or twice in my life
what it means
to be blind.
To never see
what we have lost
To never glimpse
what we could hold.
Does sight grant us
hope. In these
days of darkened rain?
Would it not be
easy, so little-
to do.
If we could just
unsee the cracks.
Undo the past,
and undo you.
I have yearned,
more than thrice
to never look upon
your face again.
What does it mean
to look back,
on the images of
our pain.
And howl?
How can it be.
Is this not
what we call life.
To remember and cry?
Sometimes I wish,
to never again find
that cloudy lost lens.
Published 20th Oct 2021
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