The Wrong Solution

We were trying to work it out

Nothing I did was enough

Counseling was an option

You certainly made it tough

 

We were living apart under one roof

For a while it was better that way

I have told you that I needed you

Daily I begged you to stay

 

You seemed to have multiple personalities

You had a thousand faces

The children were confused

We all lived in our own spaces

 

I asked how I could help you

All you would do is look at the floor                             

I really wanted to stay

But you kept pushing me towards the door

 

One day you were happy

The next day you were sad

I pleaded let the doctor help you

But this only made you mad

 

Medication you have taken

Sometimes by the score

This morning I have found you

Lying unconscious on the floor

 

The paramedics tried to revive you

The children held each other and cried

I was totally shocked and beside myself

When they told me you have died

 

To fix a temporary problem

A permanent solution you have chosen

All I see is you lying there

Time forever frozen

 

I can’t help but keep thinking

About the day we said I do

I keep asking myself did you love me

The same way that I loved you

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is heart wrenching...like living with Sylvia Plath or Anne Sexton...they just lived in that dark shadow where suicide seem to wait with anticipation...and we who are the loved ones left, are still here to wonder the "why' of it all...the reasons....and wondering if we could have saved that person.

this is such an intense write.

j

[Peter]

Thank you very much. It came to mind as I returned from the wake for a friends wife who did just that.