You were my shelter
the rocks that formed my foundation
were lain by you
A step along the front line of defense
against the ravages of my flesh
leaving little more than a messy ghost behind
You rose to the fight
refusing to settle for the mere scrap
of woman I had become
You left unwillingly or perhaps willingly
who will ever know
not I as I lay here on the edge and tremble
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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