Sight

Can’t you see? What all we can be? That there is a part of you and a part of me Declaring that we be But somehow, you can’t see? Did you lose the glasses to your heart? You left them on the table when you grabbed that Pop-Tart What is in the Air? It has an edge causing my heart to tear Waiting is just prolonging the care, That we could both share. I guess I will wait until that table is bare.