You were

You were the leeside 
of the hill. 
The good air that spills 
from summits unseen in 

You were pure light 
refracted clear 
and bright 
through a distilled prism. 
You were everything. 

Faces turned away 
when you passed by. 
shoulder high. 
Eyes everted 
tongues busy 
telling of your crimes. 

You were the darkness 
of my blackest night 
and more. 
You where the fetters 
that I wore, 
the tears I cried. 
When you died 
and left me half a man.

© Dave Kavanagh 2016

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