'tell me,' she whispers
'what you see.'
and casts her empty eyes
I shrug. 'mountains, trees,
the city.'
but her pale hand takes mine
'that's what's there,' she says
with a nod
'but tell me what YOU see.'
hesitant, I say
'the clean-cut
smile of winter dawn.
the city sweeping
away the
traces of night and sleep.'
she squeezes my hand
and whispers
'you see a lovely world.'
and I squeeze her back
and reply
'only because it is.'
with breaking voice she
confides
'I don't want to be blind.'
I just squeeze her hand
once more
and make a little vow
'it doesn't matter
I don't mind
seeing the world for two
'Not when the best thing
I can see
Is sitting next to me."
A/N: yes, cheesy, I know. And bad. Rip it to pieces!
