I Have Made Mistake But You Weren’t One

 

Every scroll through my camera roll

shows me that stark amber circle hugging hazel eyes barely clinging to life.

Every photo is full of

mossy greens, grey blues that rival the North Atlantic, and honey browns.

The beauty is there, it can’t be missed, but the life is missing.

Smiles plastered on your face say more about unhappiness than anything else.

 

I have made mistakes but you weren’t one.

 

You survived 29 years stuffed in one closet or another.

Each one filled with ill fitting outfits of expectations.

You tried and tried and tried to make them fit.

You knew every mistake,

every piece of clothing that wasn’t you,

would bring you to me.

 

I have made mistake but the time I spent as you wasn’t one.