Shades of deep reds, purples and blues
like bruises like hearts
these colors wrapped around your neck.
Did you win those trials, even the scales of justice
you knew what mattered, tattooed it on your sleeve.
Examining the worn threads and fraying fibers
there’s evidence here
that in the courthouse, in your life
there were battles well chosen
too much to fight.
When you fought it was for what mattered
and I wonder still
if you ever knew
just how much you mattered to me.
These wounds open from time to time
throbbing in my chest
hanging myself with emotion
while hanging these ties
that used to belong to you.