Musings by The Poet Loriet

Casual Conversation

It was lighthearted,
a one a.m. phone call,
you calling me before
your head laid down
upon your pillow
just to make sure
I was okay today.

I thought of the promise
I'd made you the night before,
the one to be positive
all day long,
even if it killed me
for just one day.

I choked at dinner,
tears started dripping off
my chin into my salad
and I stopped and thought
of my promise to you,
to stay alive,
to get angry at him,
and I did.

I let myself feel
the anger of him
abandoning me.
You were right.
I have a hard time
expressing anger.

All of your
middle-of-the-night words
helped keep me hanging on
for one more day.
Thank you, sweetheart.
You make a lot better
friend than a lover.

Thank you for caring.
You kept me holding on
to the threads of life
I'm hanging by,
dangling over the
precipice.

Thank you for not
being able to sleep
until you knew
I was okay.

Sometimes,
I just need to know
that someone believes
in who I am.
You gave me that gift.



Lori Beal


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