September 13, 2021
This is not the poem I wished to write.
You let go, gave up the fight (make no
mistake, it is a fight — not some grasping
self-centered fear of sinking into the night —
but defiance of that which should not be).
To embrace that dark reality
cannot be despised; but to give
up hope so long before? You broke my heart.
You were the one who stood between, holding
our frayed, unraveled ends together. You were
the fulcrum and balance that kept us in perspective.
How was it, then, that you lost yours?
You weren’t supposed to go this way.
We could not even say goodbye.
© Darryl Willis 2021