When the days have been shuttered up,
ready to be knocked down,
barren and brisk,
he stood by you.
He was the one to
breath warmth and love
into your blue hands,
to kiss that cute button red nose of yours
with feverish lips
anxiously, fearfully
giving you his love.
He was the one to
gather up all the last pieces
of a ghost of you,
your exploited
soul,
your expendable heart.
He was the one
to glue them back together
each and every little piece.
He was the one to
capture me
at my worst
when you fell,
and hold me together, tightly
so that you can never thank him.
He was the one
to bring courage, confidence, strength
in your head,
beautifully spun sugar
in your warped and mauled
and beyond mutilated
mind,
with delicate gossamer
musical notes hung upon a string
to be treasured forever.

But you were the one
to take his everything,
snap that branch in two,
and hand it back to him.

So my question is,
are you blind?