I wanted to see the way
her hair moved with the wind
and how
her toes danced in the grass.
I wanted to look into her eyes
and stare at the universe being held there.
But I would open my eyes
and be met with only
the landscape of the blind,
that profound blankness.
These were crushing moments.
But I would find solace
in the pulsing of her hand
the crinkling of her nose
and all of the other
gigantic
sounds she made.
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