The way I see it

the way I see it,

this table convinced me to divorce him

the blue and pink squares never met after all

these glasses looked at the flowers in a new way

baking alone in the sun looking for home

even without them, my dreams remind me

that I'm not ready yet, back then it was time

rose colored glasses distorted my vision

cataracts may cloud it

I may not see

the finch and chickadee chirp in the mock orange

every morning, 

but I hear them.