He was imperfect
In fact a bit odd looking.
I think that’s what I loved
the most about him.
He made me laugh though.
Even when things
seemed impossible.
He sensed my changing moods
Happy sad and so often broken.
How did he always
make me feel so beautiful?
when he became sick
he tried to hide it from me
but I knew...I knew.
It’s a while since I lost him.
And my life is not as bright.
There have been other imposters
that tried to take his place.
I danced the choreographed
motions of love with them.
But when the
shadows of evening
became darkness.
It was always you honey
Only you.
Only you knew
how to fix me.