I’m told that love is blind,
but having 20/200 vision
I know that nowadays being blind
can be corrected with a good pair of glasses.
The dense world of fog that seeped in
through these tired, aging eyes
made it impossible to see the problems
that were just a few paces in front of me.
Which is why, after the break up, I took a trip
down to the nearest Ross or Sears or Target
to try a few pairs on,
and share some laughs with my reflection.
But as the shadows grew longer,
I realized that my own vision
wasn’t actually so bad.
The midnight trees shading the sidewalk
weren’t quite the monsters
that my youth had cowered in fear of,
and the distance sadness of the moon
no longer seemed to hide behind blurred eyes.
And suddenly I wondered
if I really needed those glasses to begin with
until I looked in the mirror
and realized that my blindness
wasn’t due to my impair vision,
but instead impaired by the blindness in my heart.
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