Blind
I wake, sit up,
Get use to the upright.
A chink of light around the door,
All else is black.
I feel my way to the bathroom,
A sip of cold water straight from the tap.
Carefully back to bed.
Trying not to stub my toe.
Arrrgh – a silent scream.
I hear your breath,
Blind to my love,
Blind to the treasure you once offered.
Unaware of the sorrow of those with no water,
Those with no shelter, who live in fear.
Knowing only your own sorrow
Of having to live with someone who loves you.
I lie there listening to raindrops,
Thinking of the future,
What will happen to us?
Do you love me?
I don’t think you do.
I still love you, I’ll try not to.