Regaining Sight

When the heart is given nothing but deprivation,
It is forced to wake up.

There is no longer that anticipation,
that used to be love.

Since deprivation was so painful,
no aching seems to surface.

When looking at an old picture,
the heart only feels a putter.

One person is in the gutter,
that used to be an oasis.

When looking into another,
there’s only another face.

The longing to be intimate,
just seems too far.

A break is desired to be taken,
so the eyes can reawaken.

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