The very first time we met he took me by the hand in the dark
The world poured back and forth between our eyes, too
poorly-lighted, once or twice
Led me through dim rooms
corridors patio now back
rooms left-to-right office to bed-
room gingerly holding my fingers
pulling my hand to where light was
Still love that moment the softest
the opposite of blindness, a gesture
a kindred I instinctively knew
through the tips of my fingers alone
Time changes most but not all
things. I know through it all this keeps true
Even if we fall out
Even in the end
Even as we pack
For I know blindness of all things
and this was razor-sharp.
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