I never expected winter to carry in a friend,
one who said, “I want to know your mind,”
who listened when I spoke softly,
and heard the colors, too. I was cold,
and you showed me warm, built me
a safe place to release – my alone,
my how it feels to be chased by death,
my real. You said, “I get you.”
And you did. Did you get the pieces
you scattered behind when you left?
These tears belong to you.
Talking to the Clouds 
This is beautifully honest, has a lovely cloying sadness.
Has me wishing there was something for me to do for you,
and knowing silence is best…
hugs
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Thank you so much. I always love reading your replies 🙂
beautifully written and achingly sad.
Thank you, Benjamin….for everything. Hugs.
Beautiful, just beautiful. Thanks for sharing & please continue writing.
Thank you so much for your kind words. I appreciate it!
Sarah,
You’re so talented. Sigh.
That genuinely means a lot to me – mostly this writing is personal therapy 😉 . Thanks for your kindness 🙂
What a beautiful and touching poem.
Thank you very much.
This is a wonderful poem. It is hyper-emotional as well as well written. Ending the stanza with a question was, in my opinion, a brilliant choice. Plus your play with the word “get,” in terms of “you said I get you” and “did you get the pieces,” was ingenious.
Thank you very much. The words just came that way, but I like that, too.
achingly sad, I was rooting for a happy ending with that wonderful opening, then WHAM… you broke my heart! great writing tho… 🙂
I keep hoping for a happy ending, too, but things haven’t been working out that way, and I write about real life. One of these days…..
Thank you for your kind words 🙂