XL. Two to One

You Were
Captivated by all my most banal inadequacies,
Letting the truly telling and irredeemable
Limitations and imperfections
Slip through the fault lines.

I was
Searching for your blue
On moons,
***On mooted metaphors.
For that last blue⎯
That color of breath.
That chromatic drop of a heaving sigh.
That finally gives out
***To a night-long silent black.
Which is still your black.

And mine.