I can’t see why you don’t want me.
They say the blind make up for their lack of sight with enhanced compensatory abilities,
is that why my fingertips are static every time I graze them against you?
is that why it feels as though my heart will explode through my chest each time I feel yours flutter beneath my palm?
is that why my brain is fogged, like a misty morning on the Scottish moors, trying to visualise us together but never quite sharpening the image?