Good bye for now
I just started to text you,
The usual "good morning I love you"
Then remembered there would be no answer.
Three bad weeks, 12 hours in the ER,
A single 4:30 am drop-off,
And a few tears in my eyes,
In the parking after saying good bye
My body hurts, I've been up 24 hours now,
Empty stomach, and I need sleep.
Still, this is nothing,
Compared to what you're going through.
I cant imagine what it's like to be you.
Feeling broken down, and alone, tired of fighting.
Wanting rest, feeling like giving up,
Or giving in to your past, the negative thoughts.
No visitation, and very brief phone calls,
You're getting help though, proper meds,
And professionals to talk to.
I am still here, waiting, hoping for the phone
To ring, and your voice saying I can come get you.
I hope by then, this poem is buried deep.
So far down in you're feed, you never see it.
You dont need to see this,
Its just something I had-
To get off my chest.
It was breaking me down.
I think I'm good now.
