What offense your eyes hold when you look through me
to a window that mirrors only your reflection.
Anger shapeshifts through the sea of blue dreams that sail
my eyes where tomorrow is not our horizon.
Does love expire like moldy bread ignored on a shelf
or fade when sunlight turns bitter on your lips?
The coldness of detachment marches cigarette burns
through my mind as I fight demons dancing on scars.
I hate goodbyes, the breathless lingering hope feeds
that one more hour can rewind a broken clock.
I am enough…more than enough…Your blindness
is not my curse, not a sentence to serve because fear is my familiar.