Blind since the age of twenty-two, I’ve seen
Nothing but darkness, they say,
It is irreversible, so how is it
That I see your face in dreams?
In the seven years I spent with you,
Not once did I lay my eyes on you.
But when I close them, you are there,
So vivid, right beside me.
Your hair, strawberry blonde and thinning,
Reading glasses perched upon
A sloping nose, and the slight...