Grateful

A short poem for me

Grateful

Thank you for the pain you put me through

Sitting here even though twelve harvest moons since our lips last met

And we are at least a thousand exit signs apart

I am grateful to you

Not for the anxious nights I watched candles burn

Or the promise of a ring that never left the box

No thanks for the breaking glass in my heart with every lie

I am grateful because of the man you lead me to

For the way he listens with his chestnut eyes late into the night

Because he brings me a coke on bad days

I am grateful for the man your hurt brought to me

Grateful

Author's Note

Work in progress

Reviews

[tokyo frizbee]

It's 6.26 am in a mcDonalds car park I'm having a coffee and you're poem brought a tear to my eye.
"And we are at least a thousand exit signs apart"
I love that line