what i don't see:

shuffling through crowds
my eyes search for faces
faces that were in my life
faces that i want in my life
but all i see are blurred countenance,
all fuzzy save for individual features,
an eye, a nose, an upperlip, a mole--
i close my eyes.

--

arrogant.
too high of a standard-- me?
if i'm honest,
perhaps it's true.
but teaching myself to learn again;
i struggle.