Bonne Fille

You used to whisper words like caresses
A kiss to heal my scraped soul.
Curling under covers late at night
we discovered
love
lust
and before the jealousy there was just you
and me
with miles to go between.
You were my haven
from a childhood storm
full of sin and shame
but when you came in everything changed.
I found strength in your voice
salve in your poetry
something to hold tight to.
You made us a pretty fairy tale
a blanket of comfort for me to hold
late at night.
When the going got tough
you let me do the same for you
until it all started to fall down.
Now I'm on the wrong side
of a one sided diatribe
with no rights or wrongs
and too many wrongs to right
without you by my side
this time
I almost have no idea how to fix this shit.
You had the voice and the soul
to help me heal and get back control
that I always felt was fast slipping away.
If you could see me now
you might be proud of how I survived
even as you finally gave it up.
It's too bad memories aren't tangible
but like so many dreams
they slip slide away
so before the sand in the hourglass runs out
I'll tell the world stories
of everything you'd have wanted to say.