You smiled when I told you,
That if you look at something for long enough,
Your eyes forget how to focus;
Everything just blurs
As if you've forgotten how to really see.
We laughed at this notion,
That familiarity breeds such contempt -
That it affects your sight.
You squeezed your eyes tight shut
And hid your face in the crook of your arm,
I held my breath until you emerged, blinking,
And told me that you wanted to look at me,
As though seeing me for the first time.
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