Think about it sometimes,
all the time…
the days and nights sitting at your bedside,
watching you fight for life
in a war waged from a vicious place.
A nemesis with a billion faces raging against my guy.
Caught between darkness and light
fighting for breath and basic rights
in a war, you never asked for.
The enemy sure knows how to pick them,
creme de la creme, the best of the crop,
a silent warrior getting its ship rocked.
Watching you breathing through a machine
did something to me, the spirit rising in me
screaming quietly your hand in mine
going blind in the red cascading in behind my eyes.
Game on, tapped me in with my hands tied.
Wishing you knew you had an ally at your bedside.
Underneath the tubes my inspiration flickering…
I did the only thing I knew how to.
Picked up my pen and wrote up a storm, you in my mind.
I got this lantern and I’m here to find you.
Shhh little brother it’s storytime
by the monitor’s night light.
Takes my breath away to know that date was Godgiven.
Something bigger took the time to look down and see
What I loved being swept from me.
Knew he was going soon
and if it wasn’t done right
that could consume this little light of mine.
Somewhere above me the divine author writing knew better
took ITS time weaving the details together
gave me some quiet time with little boy blue.
I only wish I knew,
wish I would have known
I never would have let you go.
… HE knew that too.