20/20

 

His eyesight was never 20/20…he’d worn glasses since he was three

but now, as he grew older, it was getting harder and harder to see.

They tried to make the best of this misfortune in their destiny…he said, “I guess my eyes have decided…they’ve seen all they want to see.”

“It’s not all bad.” She said, “accepting his embrace. “You’ll no longer be able to see all the wrinkles on my face.”

“And when you reach the point…where your eyes no longer see..when you need to find your way around…you can always lean on me.”

The old man smiled and said, “I will…and how lucky to be me…for I have so many things in life…I no longer need to see.”

“Take your love, for instance, it’s in everything you do and say…I no longer need to see it…when I feel it every day.”

“I don’t need to see your lips…once my eyes release their spark…for how often have I found them in the bedroom after dark?”

He took her face in his hands…he closed his eyes…he felt her tears

“Do now weep for me.” He said. “Save your worries…save your fears.”

“I may no longer see what’s in front of me…and though that seems unkind…I can still see within my memory every moment we left behind.”

As he gently felt her wrinkles…he said…I imagine there are some things I will miss…but but how can I be sad when I get to feel a face as beautiful as this?”

“When my eyes no longer see the light…I need you to understand…

I’ll still have 20/20 vision…only now…it’s shifted to my hands.”

“Your vision was never 20/20.” She smiled, “But if you’re going to use these hands to see…and they see the world half as good as your eyes did…that’s good enough for me.”