By Sight!

I’ve watched you.
Not with my eyes
With my grey matter,
heart and soul.
As in the future
you fussed and.
I sat uneasily.
Troubled by sight.
Every one disagrees.
That wearies me.
My son sat next to me.
Where oh, where is my
Significant other, husband
Deserter, agonizer of my soul?
Perhaps it would be better.
To sit alone.

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