Cade Poulous
You could’ve talked to me
You could’ve said anything.
You could’ve whispered.
You could stand outside yourself
and yell down the barrel of my gun,
and I wouldn’t blink.
You can sing your favorite
song over and over,
or receipt your favorite movie quote.
You could make gurgling noises with your
throat.
You could’ve leaned on me,
when your knees were buckled
and your sleep was distant.
You could’ve breathed on me,
when you were feeling behind
and no one looked you in your eyes.
You could’ve talked to me,
when your whispers were sobs,
and no one seemed to care.
I would’ve,
I could’ve,
I should’ve been there.
Copyright © Maura Mcgregor | Year Posted 2012
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