i must have been colorblind when
i first saw love
when i thought it had brown eyes
and tan skin
when i thought it looked good
in polaroids around my bedroom wall

i must have been colorblind when
i saw love
when i saw his hand holding mine
palms warm, fingers intertwined

i must have been colorblind
when i saw love
taking photographs of me
in a bookstore
skimming through the pages
of a book he'll never read

i was blind
when i lost love
somewhere in the crowd
when i let love go
when love never looked back.