We are two different people, as it should be,
and love brought us together to connect and
share our beings with each other and
you needed attention and care and
I was the one who could provide this and
give you stability and some of the best years
of your life and my life, too, as far as that goes.
We shared our tears, our laughs, our writings
and we read together or alone and traveled to
areas previously unknown and
everything was grand and when we returned
we had plenty to do. I worked and provided
an art room for you and I laugh when
I think of all the storage room I provided
which never seemed to be enough as clutter
seemed to be your inspiration and you
completed many pieces of beautiful
abstract art, much of it from materials
that nature provided and I kept busy
with my landscape work and contentment
existed. I cooked for you, cleaned for you,
washed your clothes, knowing it helped you
with your pain and depression and I sang
my songs for you and continued to love you
and still do even though your head injury
changed everything and your imagination
went wild. You felt, because of your
brain chemistry, that I would be happier
without you. Your mind made this up and
as days went by you extrapolated your story
and during the years we were seeing doctors
and getting you back on your feet you made
your resolve that your condition was
everybody’s fault but your own, and
then saw to it that we would part.
You broke your covenant to me and
with it took a piece of my heart.
You said you were the light but never took
the time to overcome my darkness,
no you never took the time to overcome
my darkness. We had a unique kinship,
a once in a lifetime affair and you,
yes I say you, let it slip away like
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
Stanski on November 16, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 