You Never Came

I wrote this when I was at boarding school, in 1998. I was about 15. I think I had a dream, but I don't know. Either way, there it is.

 

I used to be the one you talked to when you had a need

And when you felt like crying, you always ran to me.

Now I’m the one crying because to me you never came.

You’re in ICU and I can’t share your pain.

 

I look into your still blue eyes for a life I don’t see,

As I sit and wonder why you never came to me.

As a tear falls from me and lands on your cheek.

A nurse comes in and says it’s time to leave.

 

I lean over and reach for one last tousle of your perfect hair

When a piercing, mechanical shriek fills the air

Doctors come in, pushing me away,

Shocked, thinking nothing, I’m in a daze.

 

The doctor walks up, “I’m so sorry, we tried”

Please take this time to say goodbye.”

So I walk back in, and gaze at you on the bed,

You look like you’re still sleeping, at peace, but not dead.

 

I look again at your eyes, now a dull gray,

The life in them now taken away,

Tonight was the night of your young life’s end,

But tonight, in my dreams, you’ll be in my arms again.