Unthinkable

(For Emily, my Muse)

If in your pain, you want to inflict,
Don’t run and hide, come to me quick,
I won’t ever be angry.

In the darkening chasms of night,
Never despair, I will be there,
Promise me please, you’ll call me.

No need for drama, theatrical crap,
Or anything other, just I’ve got your back,
I will be close, even if far, I will be there.

Then when wanted words choke in rivers of tears,
I can and will hold you, if even for years,
Together we’ll beat off your demons.

And if the unthinkable happens,
Don’t turn away, please be a good friend,
Tomorrow’s another day.

So . . .

Come to me, contact me,
Somehow reach out to me,
Phone me or text me or email or letter me.

Shout at me, beat down a path to me,
Thump on the door, stamp on the floor,
Break down a wall and any trap door.

Sail to me, fly to me,
Run, crawl or walk to me,
Hitch a ride, steal a truck,
Take the bus, what the fuck!

[whispered]
I’m here for you!
Here for you!
For you!
You!

(03.11.23)