Poetry For Everyday People
Always Here My Friend
I remember
she knocked on
my door crying,
she said her
life was a mess
nobody understood
her, she was homeless
in a humanitarian way,
her eyes were
green sparkling
shinny with tears
her lips wet
with sadness,
tear drops
falling to her feet
bouncing off her unpainted
toe nails,
she was homeless
internally, near mental death,
physically in danger,
she said
she couldn't buy
stamps anymore,
she no longer
wanted ties of
any kind,
this was goodbye.
I poured her wine
kissed her cheek
rolled one, let the
record needle scratch,
pop, she curled up
on the sofa, took
a drag,
I grabbed it from her
falling hand,
put a pillow under
her head, an old quilt
tucked around her
her eyes closed
her breathing found
the beat.
she knocked on
my door crying,
she said her
life was a mess
nobody understood
her, she was homeless
in a humanitarian way,
her eyes were
green sparkling
shinny with tears
her lips wet
with sadness,
tear drops
falling to her feet
bouncing off her unpainted
toe nails,
she was homeless
internally, near mental death,
physically in danger,
she said
she couldn't buy
stamps anymore,
she no longer
wanted ties of
any kind,
this was goodbye.
I poured her wine
kissed her cheek
rolled one, let the
record needle scratch,
pop, she curled up
on the sofa, took
a drag,
I grabbed it from her
falling hand,
put a pillow under
her head, an old quilt
tucked around her
her eyes closed
her breathing found
the beat.
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Always Here My Friend
Always Here My Friend
