Monday, June 22, 2015

Blind

I remember the first time I met you.
You picked up all the broken pieces of my soul,
And sewed them back together
without realizing what you were doing.

I remember the last time I saw your soul.
You ripped the thread out of  my stitches
and kissed my eyelids shut
until I could open them up
without your help.

m.e.o

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