Blind Poet (a poem)

Left with the remnants of a special night
she dared not dream
of what might have happened
if their paths hadn't crossed
and she'd taken a turn
that would have led
to uncharted futures
with adventures
that would have made her feel unsettled
without knowing why
she felt an inexplicable sense of urgency
(without knowing that was because
they were not jointed)
trying to find a reason
for the things she wanted to do
while being in love
with a blind poet

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