Strabyssmic

The darkness is cross-eyed. It's always seeing

double. I know this because on the night that your X-Ray

packed its bags, it switched off the lights, and it left behind

a doppelganger that I couldn't see. You see,

I always thought it a miracle that I could

be loved. You saw me as I was. And I saw you.

I saw laughter aligned like vertebrae.

I saw someone whose joy I could climb.

I saw depth without stereoscopy.

I saw. Someone needs to get loneliness an eye doctor.

There's only one of me. I'm depth in one dimension,

sufficient in myself.