WILLIAM BLAKE.
You broke me
but I was waiting,
pre-fractured
and precarious.
You took the blame.
But yours
Was the breeze,
that I had craved.
Relief was instant,
entire.
Quiet nights
filled with
sleep, no dreams.
I now reflect
my inner truth.
Dry eyes, an
absence of tears.
Now one, once two.
A life alone
within and without.
And I thank you
for breaking me.
©️ Dai Fry 28th January 2020.