I think,
I need new pair of glasses.
I

can't see,

Shooting stars to make a wish,
Sunsets to feel some bliss,
Raindrops to mix tears,
Phosphenes when I rub my eyes,
and even my dreams.

Strange, my eyesight got worse,
The day you left!

P.S. 'You' in this case is a metaphor for my life's longing for purpose.