I wish I could see what you see.
That's not a metaphor.
Nor a way to ask for understanding.

I want to see the trees.
The lights
The birds
The bees

I wish I could see the colour of your eyes.
The look on your face.
The scars
The blemishes
Without almost touching your face.

I wish they could fix these eyes that cannot see.
The beauty around me.
Lost...
But there for all but me to see...

I used to be fine with it
When you were my eyes to see.
Now it's just me...
Unable to see