Grateful Though You’re Gone

A poem about being grateful for what you’ve lost

One Hundred Days of Gratitude. One.

Today, I am still grateful, for you. It’s true,

that I always was.

Eight years of having and holding and knowing I didn’t deserve your love. And the lonely last two because I still believed my blues.

Still, you, I will forever and always be blessed by. God I am grateful, no one can take away the gifts of your kisses and kindness. I have already hidden them away in my heart — to stay buried until long after I am as well.

Grateful for the heaven and the hell and the beautiful and the boring and the ringing of the bell.

Grateful that no one can make it to where we never made it. Can never take back how we tangled up our bodies and minds, or made each other so happy, so often, so much of the hard times.

Mostly you for me. So you can see why from this day till my last I’ll always be —

Grateful for every single drop of us. And that I can still taste the memory when I hold them on my tongue.