#389-Senses

Green.

Structured.

Aligned.

Perfect.

What do I see?

Imperfections.

Flecks.

Blemishes.

Holes.

That, which I feel.

Uttered words,

Years ago,

Captured on feelings,

With eyes to see.

But that was then.

Now,

I’m perfectly imperfect,

Alone, and

Green.