Chaotic Action Man
Bluelighter
it could have gone
either way.
sitting on the edge,
the bath full,
and the blade,
so sharp so smooth,
shinning in the dimmed down light,
winking out of the corner
of your eye.
the tears,
falling in waves,
wanting to stop,
but rolling and rolling,
eating up strength,
until you have nothing left.
not even to be saved.
thinking back now
you know you don’t remember,
but she does.
your voice on the phone,
trying to hold it all in
so she would not know.
‘are you ok?’
“of course, i’m well just…”
‘i’ll be over in three minutes
don’t do anything. ok?’
are you happy
she saved the day?
stopped what should have been
turned it into what could have been.
are you happy?
you picked up the phone,
and saw today,
rather then slip into the evening.
perhaps, it is too soon to say.
the pain is still there.
the tears still fall.
and the blade,
carefully put away
inside the wooden box,
still shines in the darkness,
winking out of the corner
of your eye.
either way.
sitting on the edge,
the bath full,
and the blade,
so sharp so smooth,
shinning in the dimmed down light,
winking out of the corner
of your eye.
the tears,
falling in waves,
wanting to stop,
but rolling and rolling,
eating up strength,
until you have nothing left.
not even to be saved.
thinking back now
you know you don’t remember,
but she does.
your voice on the phone,
trying to hold it all in
so she would not know.
‘are you ok?’
“of course, i’m well just…”
‘i’ll be over in three minutes
don’t do anything. ok?’
are you happy
she saved the day?
stopped what should have been
turned it into what could have been.
are you happy?
you picked up the phone,
and saw today,
rather then slip into the evening.
perhaps, it is too soon to say.
the pain is still there.
the tears still fall.
and the blade,
carefully put away
inside the wooden box,
still shines in the darkness,
winking out of the corner
of your eye.
