Having been who my x was
I realize how hard it was to
Be him - crazy woman in tow
But he was gifted. Like a good
Sculpture he chiseled here he
Sanded there and the crazy that
I was he carefully placed in
Boxes for another day. He loved
Me like a boy with a broken
Toy he wants so desperately
To keep with his parents saying
No - she's too broken she's too
He didn't care - he kept me safe
Too safe and he never reopened
The boxes - had he I'm not sure
I would have ever left and God
Did open each carefully - no knot
Too complicated because if I
Had stayed my hazel eyed
gentleman would have drifted
Into space and I am not allowed
To let that happen no matter my pain
because God tells me when to hold
back and when to give - for I am no
No sculpture or sculptor - I am crazy
on even days and sane on the odd &
my hazel eyed man is sane on
even days and crazy on odd
