Anointed Blade

You handed it to me

As the snow fell around us,

Clinging to the fur of my hood.

Hesitant, I reached out,

Taking the pink and silver tool.

Pulling the silver,

The blade opened up, smooth, so smooth,

Shining and mirror-like.

Except I didn't see me looking back

But all that I could do.

I looked up at you then

Eyes asking:

Why?

"I trust you."

After all he knew about me,

He trusted me...

And with my history,

Yet the words had fallen with the snow.

With two hands I closed the blade

And then my eyes.

He may have trust in me,

But I didn't. Far from it.