You gave me the jar
And gave me the umbrella
But do you
Forget
What I gave you?
While I smashed your jar
And let the umbrella fly away
You handled
The most toxic
Gift
Of all.
You had my secrets
All bundled up
In trust
And what I think
Is love.
You had the bomb
And you couldn't
Defuse it.
I couldn't
Find a place
For your jar
To stay
Intact
And whole.
There was
No space
In my tiny home
For an
Umbrella rack.
I handed you
A bomb
That you
Couldn't handle
Just like you
Handed me gifts
That I just
Couldn't place.
All of this fuss
Over my death
Or have you already
Forgotten
Why we're doing this?
- Him
YOU ARE READING
I Told Him (Wattys 2014)
PoetryShe told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014
