I Spent a Day With You
I spent a day with you,
gazing into your
sad green eyes—
I could see that
you were placated
with the thoughts
of death—with
being without—
with being
unheard.
I am afraid
of entering that
void alone too—
but we all must
and will.
But I
sit near you and listen
because I am alive
and we are ever more
alike.
Maybe I am scared
of the inevitable deterioration—
maybe I am terrified
to make you feel
rattled by my absence.
Because I know what it is like
to feel utterly alone—
to feel like everyone is
tired of trying and
fading around me.
I wish I can take
all that is lost within
you away and dry
those watery eyes
that have seen so
much and now so
little.
I wish I can take you
to where it all made sense
and everyone around you
breathed easy and laughed freely
and hoped truly.
But all I can do is
spend a day with you—
seeking to see some
trace of relief in those green eyes—
and remind myself that
this day will never again
return… and that we are all
one step closer to the edge
of the void among the
forgotten.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2022
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