Who Could Be Anything Then

treated like the one who breaks the glassware,
who will notice you leaving the room in tears.
you could be gone for years.

you were;
stepping off the cliff on the lower level,
the one made of slate by the sliding doors.

how many I love yous did you write
on slates back then
in a game of let's pretend

while in a dress of true love blue
you wandered every recess
on your own.

you didn't mind it then or now
when God sent clouds and flowers to you.
who could be anything then

but happy?

mary angela douglas 23 november 2015