Anthony Hanible

Blind Love

Blind love is the kind that finds you

Even when you’re hiding

Hands outstretched in the dark

Searching for the shape of a heart

It has never seen

It walks toward the sound

Of your breathing

Trusting the tremble in the air

The warmth of a presence

It cannot name

It does not ask for proof

It does not ask for light

It believes in the pulse beneath your ribs

In the way your silence

Leans toward its own

Blind love is brave like that

Stepping into the unknown

Tripping over fear

Still reaching for you

As if you were the only truth

It ever learned to recognize

And maybe that’s why it hurts

Why it heals

Why it stays

Because even without sight

It sees you

Perfectly