Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

You

I’d forgotten you were with me
and so I turned to him.
I lay my sorrow at his feet
and expected him to lift it,
carry it,
water it,
nurture it,
and give it a home.
When it died in the corner,
I blamed him.
But that was absurd,
I couldn’t even fix it myself.
Neither could my guitar,
my skinny friends,
Anne Sexton,
my new ballet shoes,
cherry pie,
ice cream,
or the peanut butter malt ball
I swiped on Tuesday.
Then I remembered,
the one thing I had forgotten,
the one thing that would never leave me,
the one source of pure love,
You.