I came to you leafless;
windblown tresses swaying;
a starry-eyed dreamer
from a borrowed wildflower bouquet.
How can one venture to take
something as fragile as a heart,
still beating to the chords of conviction,
and silence the strumming
of love’s most tender verse?
You left me in the rain;
peeled back, hollow
with nothing but a notebook of thoughts
the clothes on my back,
and the faith that Grandma gave me.
It turns out that was all I needed
to be free.