(Mother, 2009)
Easier Said (Then Done)
It's that sorry that isn't as much a sorry but a word to fill the required response. Tell her anything, you no longer matter. Hold her hand, and think hard on something nice, something wonderful that is far from her pain and sadness. Speak on impulse, speak of hope. Tell her everything is going to be ok, and leave it at that.
But something's missing, she's still sad, she's still crying, and your heart aches the more, and the more. Power slips from your smile, your eyes are useless, she lives in her shadow, alone and lonely. Nothing to say, and nothing to do, but you cannot leave, nor do you wish to. Help her through this, take her pain in your body, and leave her empty of it. Run out the window, smash through the glass, and on to the street, taking your life in a Hollywood ending. If only, you think, if only you could...
But something's missing, she's still sad, she's still crying, and your heart aches the more, and the more. Power slips from your smile, your eyes are useless, she lives in her shadow, alone and lonely. Nothing to say, and nothing to do, but you cannot leave, nor do you wish to. Help her through this, take her pain in your body, and leave her empty of it. Run out the window, smash through the glass, and on to the street, taking your life in a Hollywood ending. If only, you think, if only you could...
This time will last, and it will fall. Her color will return, and the dark times will be soon forgotten, and in its place will be something you both missed, and both didn't realize how much it mattered. These are the good times, holding and holding on. These are the good times, taking in every last detail, for you never know how long it will last.
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