Loving Blind

Walking through the halls
Eyes closed I have no need of sight
The darkness illuminates the touch
I glide my fingers along it’s painted walls
By day you’ll find them budding flowers
Blooming in the light

A bit of plaster here
A crack or two there
Smooth and scintillating to the touch
I feel my way to a glass door
Loud and unswinging
I peer through with opened eyes
To see the ash that was a childhood home
I know each corner
Touched by flame
Felt mine once too
I can dance for you my entire home
Feel out the width and size of every corner, edge, surface, ceiling and floor



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