Blind

If love is blind
then that explains
the ways I have stumbled
and fallen hard
into the ditches
of despair
so many times.

The reminders of boundaries crossed
and controlled daydreams
that prescribed mind numbing
 Yes, Dear.
and No, Sir.

I know what it is to meander
not quite lost
not quite found
into the nature of losses.

If love is blind,
I am not ready
to walk ahead
without fear
of falling
down
again.