He’d learnt to navigate in the dark;
Without seeing, feel in her eyes the longing lurk,
Hadn’t differentiated the good from bad, happy from
sad;
His imagination knew no bounds
Restricted only by incoherent sounds,
Curves of her nimble fingers,
Odor of the favorite cologne,
And food of which he knew not the taste
Everything he’d always imagined was best;
A blurring line separating dream from reality-
Both black, some lack of clarity,
Unsure, unprepared to see other shades,
When he opened his eyes after decades,
Colors ruined his world.
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