Poetry of a Blind Girl

you,again

You ,again

At first glance i didn't know it was you

Of course i didn't know you at first glance

Or what you would become.

When i saw you again it was a coincidence

A simple meeting at a simple dance

A dance where you asked for my number

The third time i saw you it was planned

I wanted to get to know you further then a phone conversation

I wanted to see you laugh and smile

The forth time i saw you it was strange

Our third meeting had went awkwardly

Though another chance was given

The fifth time was glorious

A date we called it

Though a simple movie and walk it was

The sixth time was at a party

I didn't know that you were going to be there

But the time we had was epic

The one hundred and fourteenth time we met

You got down one one knee

And asked 'would you marry me?'

The one hundred and eight third time we met

It was in our own new home

It was bare at fist but then became our own

The two hundred and thirty eighth time we met

I wore white and you wore a suit

A ring on our hands wrapped tight like a root

I lost count at this point , what was the point?

I'd see you each and every day

I wished for it to be no other way

Though the first time you met

There was love in your eyes

Happiness in your smile

I counted the days i had met you

It was rather childish at first

But now i count the days i've had without you

And i will count the days until i see you, again.

21.11.2020