Blind On Us

our last laugh
was seven conversations ago;
the last kiss
last month sometime.

the last time
i felt we were something special;
i can’t remember.

the last time
you felt we were;
it felt too good to be true

so you went through
my things

remembering
the last times
my joys were unaccounted for;

only to find
stashed away lyrics
written in a braille

your nervous fingers
stumbled across,
and completely misread.

now you knock on
our doors, as if
you don’t have a key;

you were supposed to be
here with me,
what the f*ck happened?

the last time i raised
my voice at you;
you burst into
hands of tears.

you’ve been
blind on us since.

the last time
i felt this frustrated
i walked out of the door;