I told you I could save you and you looked at me
With both doubt and hope
And three months,
A million laughs,
And a best friend later,
I thought I had.
Three more months and
Countless tired mornings later,
I knew that I
Didn’t
Couldn’t
Wouldn’t.
In three more months,
I will receive a call
And a husky voice will tell me
“She’s dead
She’s dead
She’s gone
I tried.”
And the world will pretend not to notice
The sun will set that evening and
Rise as it always has
And it will be as bright as it was before it took your smile
And with you gone,
My fire is out.
-3/11/13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem