Film Noir

Take the lenses from my eyes—
I cannot bear the sharp detail.
Let me watch you through a veil
    of indistinction—
Like a child, and smile.

Take the windows from my walls—
I was not made to look outside.
I am contented with my pride—
No frame of reference, no contempt.

Take the sun out of the sky—
The night is much more apropos.
But what do I know anyway?
This is the day, and I am still dreaming.

Bleed the colour from my heart—
Give me a love that’s black and white.
The same old film, play it again,
    but at the end, I will suspend my disbelief.
And I will watch you through a veil
    of recollection,
And pretend to smile.