Just by sitting next to you
September 11th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
I just saw you at the hospital
the first time since last September.
You didn’t look good,
not good at all.
Hunched over in a wheelchair.
With your new boyfriend,
standing at the sterile gates of hell.
He’s the one you ran to,
burning the bridges that carried you.
And for what — Love?
I’ve done crazy things for love.
I’ve packed up and left,
only to leave again.
Nothing lasts.
Not even this connection:
so natural,
so destined,
so preordained.
It was a real tragedy.
You saw things differently.
A few weeks ago
I saw you for the first time
in a long while,
and you didn’t look good.
I wanted to help.
What else could I do?
I wanted to take you away,
I wanted to heal you forever,
to erase your pain once and for all.
Just by sitting next to you.
