Theme Thursday’s, http://www.theme-thursday.com/2011/10/theme-thursday-for-november-3-2011.html, image prompt is below.
by Mike Patrick
I found the paper taped to my door.
The late-night rain had done its job.
The blue ink was faded—
blurred beyond legibility,
but I knew.
Blue ink was her trademark.
Every poem she ever wrote was blue.
She used to share them with me,
telling me what tragedy spawned them,
allowing me to visit her nightmare world.
She had two outlets from her mind:
poetry and me.
The demons hid when I was there,
but she wrote of them, explained them,
let me look through her eyes.
We were friends, never lovers,
although some thought we were.
The darkness held her so tight
she never had room for anyone else.
The darkness never let go.
I hold her wet, blue poem;
just as blurred as her life.
She never left one on my door before,
so I fear this will be her last.
The darkness and the demons won.