You found me tacked to a wall,

half a shadow

pretending to smile,

still tearing chunks off myself

for someone else’s benefit.

Everything I was, I wanted

shivering, wasted,

pushed back for other’s things.

You were the first to ask for nothing.

You did not need a shoulder,

a listener,

or scaffolding for your spine.

You were solid

and generous.

I learnt that I could unpin myself,

trust you to catch the pieces as they fell,

be a little more selfish

and focus on the storm clouds

I realised I’d been lost in.

You showed me love

unconditional.

A quick write for the daily post prompt: Generous It sort of follows on from my poem Pieces Of You.