It was your blues in the beginning
that made me love you
and your resilience the way you seemed
to bounce back from tugging tensions
never perfect always warm colorful
looking at you I smiled knowing you
would be there whenever blizzards blew
or heavy clouds gathered on our horizons
a cushion against life’s cold surfaces
I relied on looked for used you
long and through-the-wringer hard
never noticing how the years wore on you
how frail you became growing thin almost
ephemeral in hidden places until
one day you gave way unraveling
and how can I fill your empty space can I
reclaim the part of me that made you
the part of you that was me transforming
what was into something that will be
wondering all the while what might have
happened had I looked at you and been
able to see the unexpected inevitable end
All content (c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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