I Stayed Darkened

You were always sure I could see for myself.

I though only I saw how much you helped.

My eyes were oft blurry before I first wept,

But one eye stayed darkened from the night that you left.

You wouldn't believe what it took to open:

It wasn't until I heard our mutual friend,

Our mutual creation,

Fifty pounds of bounce and Rawlins leather,

Too young to know any better,

Say “I wish you, instead of she, had died,”

and I said, “so do I,”

“Son, so do I.”