A poem by Micah Bournes
This Morning
This morning I read a message I received last night.
"I need uuu. I went out and I'm drunk and sad."
I felt a joyful anguish as my heart-tendered
a mix of selfishness and concern. Worried about
her safety but pleased that I was the net she longed
to fall into. I wonder which came first, her sadness
or intoxication? Was one supposed to fix the other,
or a result of it? Either way, she had her fill of emptiness
and realized she needs me. But it's frustrating because
she doesn't remember what she learned last night, this morning.
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