I slave over the bathroom sink
Trying to wedge the clear disks
Into my tired eyes.
They finally pop in
And I sigh wearily; relieved.
I walk past you in the hallway
And notice the new glasses resting on the slender bridge of your nose.
They frame your face exquisitely,
And a tear drops down my face
As I realize that you look beautiful;
And I’ve spent all of this time removing the glass from my eyes
And trying to be like you.
But I know in my heart
That at the end of day
You never noticed my contacts
Because although I stared as you walked down the hallway,
With your new glasses pressed against your cheeks,
You didn’t end up seeing me at all.