To David: Tanka Prose

You were here for me every step of the way, no matter how treacherous or uncomfortable you were. You provided me with comfort and safety, a safe place to express my deepest fears and darkest hurts.

You were here
when I needed you most
providing comfort, a warm shoulder,
like an old worn sweater
still smelling like dad’s cologne.

©2020 CBialczak

Written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: