Blind sight.


You see that man and mention

that he is a scruffy fellow

ungainly in his blue jeans

uncertain in his skin

you gently chide his expression

blank from quiet process,

an emptying of emotion,

lest another prick his heart.

I stand and listen lightly

to your words unknowing

(for you have no clue)

that his heart is where mine is going.

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