When the world became a spinning top, she was the one that lifted me clear, as if we were on the moon watching the chaos from afar. In this she was reliable, steady, calm as if within she was eternally a bright and comfortable summer day.
When I was the trapeze artist, he was the safety net. When he took to those high wires and did flip after flip, I was his. Being reliable is part of the give and take, and for real, it is the only way things can last.
He was reliable in telling the truth, not sugar coated but still told real soft so that my heart could take it in, so that my ego would let it enter with a free pass. I was always responsible for myself, I never wanted anyone to have liability for the choices I made. What I do, I do. Yet when the chips were down he was around, a steady presence, a person who could bring a sense of safety.
No matter what mess I'd gotten myself into, and heaven knows I tried to get myself out of messes as best I could - he was always there to lend a hand, to help me get back on my feet and moving onward. He was Mr Reliable and I loved him for it.
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