Twenty-Six

Blind

his crooked grin
gleams white

his eyes scrunched
sight abandoned
unused

his small hand reaches
out into darkness

bravely

he grasps my head
neck shoulders hair
chunni
he knows i am there

he smiles and i wish i could put his hand to my lips so he would
feel, i am smiling too

perhaps he doesn't need to
and i'll never know

i
turn away my tears buried somewhere
deep beyond sight