The Note I Left After Talking Her Down

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

The Note I Left After Talking Her Down


Forgive me, friend.

I’m writing this by

the microwave light

flashing 3 a.m. like a haunted strobe.

Your dark form curls quietly

under blankets that have finally

stopped shivering, shaking, screaming.

My friend, forgive me

for the words I couldn’t find,

the hurts I couldn’t heal,

the thin red trails I couldn’t get out of the bathroom rug--

believe me, I tried.

Forgive me, I lied

I’ve taken your knives, out of love,

the sharp ones in the block by the stove.

I promise to return them

tomorrow, or someday, when the sun comes up

and you pull back the curtains

and decide that light

is worth seeing again.

I promise, love, I will still be here then.  

Submitted: September 26, 2018

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r futrell


Wed, September 26th, 2018 11:54pm

Jim Green

This is very powerful and makes one think. She's lucky to have such a good friend. You saved her life no doubt.

Thu, September 27th, 2018 1:58am


Thank you Jim, that means a lot!

Wed, September 26th, 2018 7:30pm

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