In AgainA Poem by danA broken heart sings sad songs for a love in pain.
The clock moving slowly,
Appointed hours approach through muddy time,
My frantic morning routine, painted red.
Tumbling toward the car
Just to see her.
She wears a mask of breathing tubes,
Poked with intravenous junkie needles
And her bed rings loud bells if she tries to
Escape
To head for the bathroom,
Urgent.
Small talk designed to avoid THE talk,
I diligently fish around for wash cloths and
Ginger ale and prayers,
Just to appear busy and engaged
While she naps in a bed, not hers…
The authorities yell that hours are past
And I wake her to hug her,
Walk to the car shedding
One tear/per minute.
dan © 2015
Music: “You’re My Sickness,” by Diva Destruction
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