You can speak and speak and speak but he is tuned to a different frequency
You can cry and cry and cry but he is blind to anything that glistens
you can smile and be the most beautiful person in a room, glowing ephemarally
but he will remain colourblind
he will tune out your joys, sorrows, highs and lows
he will leave you alone to go through life
he will not hold your hand in a crowd
or get you flowers one Tuesday morning
YOU ARE READING
epiphany
Poetry(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand A collection of poems and writeups
