You were. A breath in my ear.
And thus I awoke.
And once, with fear in your eyes,
I forgave what was not yours.

You clung that night you were told.
And I was angry.
No, not at you, but I knew
that he was lying.

You are the stock on which I grew.
I hold that promise.
Your hand, given, then taken
away in the dawn.

I am all that I was and yet less.
Unseeing in the light.
Following our steps backwards.
Towards you.