Clearly.
I am seeing you clearly.
The man I thought you were
versus the man you are.
Spectacles rest on my nose,
with a smudge on the right lens.
I no longer see that which I want to see
but that which you show me you are to me.
Clearly.
I am seeing you clearly.
My heart no longer breaks
when I think of you.
The light pink frames on my face
once damp with tears, crinkle with laughter instead.
Clearly.
I am seeing you clearly.
I no longer need you to be my hero.
I am my own hero now.
My tired eyes can rest now,
glasses on the tray.
The moment that you left me,
life was always leading me home.
I made a ceramic eye glasses tray for my mother. The glaze finished drying tonight, and so I tried it out with my own glasses.
This poem was inspired by this art. Some times it takes a new perspective to let go of old loves, or in this case, a new pair of glasses.
I hope you enjoyed this poem.
Thanks for reading
~Melissa
