Out of Focus, Paper Cuts

Unbleamished in my memory
Your face still looks the same
As out of focus as you once were

The kind and unkind that I remember
In shades that are not different

The waste and the waist
Remain the same

Once sharpened around the edges
You seemed like you could cut me
Like paper
You write your words in

Unlike the world
You never lost your colour

Just your focus