That Was You Poem by Adrian Antique

Whenever I was alone, there's your hand
Like a pinch of salt or sugar when my day was bland.

Was that you humming familiar tunes in the dark …
While I was spending my night trying to find a spark?

And I was sure it was your shadow swaying behind me
When I ran and fell down that hill with only one tree.

When I felt the sea in my eyes and walked through the rain …
So, no one would notice the skies washing away my pain …

That was you waiting under the shade with a dry, clean towel,
Quietly listening to my sobs disappear into the shower's funnel.

And as once again I grew stronger, you helped me wipe my face
Of the stains and gains that colored the canvas of my days -

Blue deep waters and yellow vibrant sunrises of growing a child,
Grey cold fog and white roses of sorrow mixed with a blackness so wild …

Orange ice fields of wonder covered with brownish smokes of anger,
And the green sprinkles and violet mingles of being a brother and a father.

All of these was our crafty painting of me on that porch beside you -
When I was never alone and we both choose songs without a clue.

Yes, that was you although I could not see your beautiful smile …
That blur on my window, waving at me … every inch, every step, every mile.