Blood (for Myles)

~ Harlan Didrickson

And then

It happened

To one

I love

A word

A color

Which defined

Him he

Was tender

And I

Poked him

There and

He bled

And while

I scooped

Up what

He had

Lost and

Tried to

Replace it

I knew

Then that

He’d never

Be the

Same and

His blood

Was on

My hands