I’ve never really worn my glasses,

Too scared to see that one eye is slightly higher than the other,

Too scared to see the glasses-case shaped hole in my heart.

So I keep the glasses off,

Too resourceful to give in to casual simplicities,

Too resourceful to recognize that I might actually need them.

But one day I put the small square frames on my face,

Too exhausted to care about imperfections

Too exhausted to keep the hole plugged.

I breathe out slowly and when I look down beside me,

I see your face scrunched in concentration,

I see the tips of your ears turn pink as you realize you don’t know the right answer.

Months go by without my glasses but I put them on once more,

I see your eyes glisten with elation in the lights as we talk

I see the subtle dusting of red across your face.

As the pages of the calendar turn,

I get to see the small waves you give to strangers,

I get to see the expectant look on your face as you wait for me to hold your hand.

Now I’m ever grateful of my glasses,

And all that I see is you.