Spun

You were there,
Saving me from
My state of helplessness
When I was forced to wonder
If you could possibly be real,
Or just a hallucination –
A dream –
Created by my pining imagination,
To fit everything I needed

I still wonder
Whether you are real
Even though I see you every day
You seem too perfect,
Impeccably
You were everything I thought
was unreachable,
Impossibly ideal.
Maybe you were just a fantasy I conjured
Spun from the threads
I found in the depths of
my desperate imagination,
Long ago
In my destitution

Now you understand
You saved me
From my haunting, destructive past

That is why I will always appreciate you,
For the rest of my life
– even though we argue,
Even though I am less than perfect
And our many differences
Unbalance us.