The Collapse Of The Great Tide Cliffs - The Dear Hunter

I thought that I was framed

front and center.

But I’m distant and your depth

of field is shallow.

Low light

turn to night

and all can be ignored.

Blind eyes

preoccupied

with the surface more than the core.

Though my lens is cracked, right down the center I saw you,

and through shattered light, your beauty remained flawless