A poem to you I started to write
with a blue pen that
dried out
But I had much more to say.

With yellow sweat and tears
I kept at it
Until
I saw it was the outpouring I loved.

So with blood I continued
Drip drip
Drip
Every red ounce of me on a page.

By the time you read it
None of me
Was left
And you held a white sheet in your hands