Because You Gave Me Your Home – An Open Poem
i’ve saved seven lives
in six homes i’ve lived
and had mine saved in one
we took to the path to the trees
we took to the call to ‘the spot’
He showed up, in that quiet way he does
You were mad, she left you. . . you called to say you’d get your gun
She took it all, she left you. . . you’d bullet her then bullet you
I made it there
I saved you
we’d see him again
we’d come to the car window, corner or church
He showed up, in that quiet way he does
You were frightened, he stalked you. . . . you called to say he’d been there
He came too close, he stalked you. . . you’d describe his hands, not his face
I made it there
I saved you
You were embarrassed, he beat you. . . you called your daughter to your arms
He threatened to kill, he screamed at you. . . you let her go after
I made it there
I saved you
You were sad, wanted the end. . . you called to say you wanted to leave you
You couldn’t understand, couldn’t see value. . . you took a moment
I made it there
I saved you
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