I Am Blind
         by Sarah Elizabeth Hume

    I can no longer see,
    my eyes are blind to this world
    and all that used to linger here so sweetly,
    like the scent you left upon my pillow.
    So I just press my head there now
    to the imprint you left,
    and breath in all my weariness
    and the empty spaces you gave. 

    I cry then sometimes,
    and sometimes rain can no longer flow.
    I feel nothingness then,
    like a sheer veil has fallen over me 
    and taken what little life I once had.
    It lifts some too,
    enough for me to smile at a memory
    until it drifts again.

    Then my eyes blacken
    and my pallor grows.
    It is so hard when you can not even begin to 
    understand where we begin and where we end 
    or where the years lie now,
    buried somewhere in a shallow unmarked grave.

    I can not dig for them
    to retrieve their warmth.
    I have nothing more to see,
    nothing more to gain.

    Blindness besets my eyes
    and you are no longer their to lead,
    so here I am a thief in the night
    searching to steal what I once called my own.