What You Do For Me

You first came to me as the “Death Poem”

You made me see how something morbid can be turned into something beautiful

You made me see that words can be manipulated and twisted to create you

Then you left me like wind lets paper sail in the air

But you came back

You came back to me when the fog started to linger

And cement frowns were an everyday feature

You loosen the bend in my frown

And you let the sun come out and play for a while

And you took a new subject on the paper

Grey and blue were no longer the colors that

Filled the page to create you

You taught me how to breathe in the fog

And soak in the sun