Won't You Come to Dance?: July 2014

Monday, July 14, 2014

An Accident

You knew

But never said

You tried

But I never listened

I never listened

Never heard

The softness in your breath

As you told me you loved me

And I pushed you away

Without the knowledge

Without foreseeing the accident

The ACCIDENT

It wasn’t his fault

Nothing was ever his fault

And life should have let him have that
The driver:

Drunk
The bottles:

Empty
My head:

In the clouds

My head also:

Not looking

Not looking to see the speeding car which came from nowhere

And his hands come in contact with me

Any other moment

ANY OTHER MOMENT

Blood would have rushed to my cheeks

But not then

Never then

Never when the sound of broken was filling my ears

Broken glass

Broken bones

Broken body

My eyes fill with tears
And I could hardly see as he began to drift away
His body in my arms as I try to hold him

Hold him

And keep him

He…

He said he didn’t want to go

He wanted to stay

He likes it here

And I couldn’t stand to see him suffer
The light inside him fading a little more
With every passing moment
But I could see it in his eyes
It’s like he wants to give in
It CAN be fought
But you have to WANT to win

You have to

You HAVE to

Because you aren’t just playing a game where if you lose

You get back up and go again

If you lose you LOSE

Your light will fade

And he will never know that we need him
Oh God can you hear me
I have never asked for anything

Never diamonds nor gold

Never faith nor happiness
So would it be so wrong for me to ask just this once
I’m not asking for money
Nor popularity or even love
I’m simply asking you to help him fight

Because as I laid there beside him
I don’t think he could feel me
My arms wrapped around his crumpled body
Fingers running through his crimson hair
Speaking of the good times

Like when we played cards and he let me win

He would never admit it

But I knew

I knew there was an ace in his hand when he had called jack

And every single day was like this

Perfection was seeing his face

And knowing that even though an only child

I had a brother

I had a friend

I had him

And to never see him again

Was to never feel love and comfort
It was to die
Watching his every breath
Praying that each would hurt less than the last