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I Accept This


On Saturday I get a text

'Sorry' it says, 'I'm sorry'

It is confusing, but I get

No answer when I ask

It's a mistake, I tell myself

And I accept this

 

On Monday, she does not come

So I send a new text

'Are you here?' I ask

'Sick,' she says, 'sick'

And I accept this

 

On Tuesday I text again

No response

I get worried, so

I text her mom

'In the hospital,' she says

'No phones allowed,' she says

And I accept this

 

On Wednesday night

I am summoned by my mom

'She's sick,' she says

'She tried to hurt herself,'

Tears fill my eyes, she pats my arm

'It'll be fine,' she says

And I accept this

 

On Thursday night, my mom talks

'You didn't ask how'

'Do you want to know?'

I nod, too many questions

Filling my brain, stealing my sleep

'Pills,' she said, 'a whole bottle'

I cry again, she rubs my back

And I accept this

 

On Friday in school

I write a letter to her

'Why?' I ask

Sad, confused, and mad

' Is there anything I could've done?'

I put in a brave face

Tell others I'm fine

And they accept this

 

On Friday night, Micah comes

'Have you heard from her?' she asks

'You said she had stomach flu'

I break down, I cry

I tell her the truth

And she accepts this

 

On Monday I text her mom

'May I send a letter?'

'Yes, we are home,' she says

'Is she okay?'

'She'll be fine, talk when she's ready'

And I accept this

 

On Tuesday, she texts

She sends a meme

It makes me laugh

'How are you?' she asks

'Good,' I say, 'And you?'

'Better'

And I accept this

 

On Wednesday, a day with storm

She calls as I eat spaghetti

'I got your letter,' she says

'I'm  sorry I made you cry'

Tears fill my eyes, despite her words

She sounds strong

I tell myself, she will be okay

And I accept this

 

On Wednesday, as we talk

She tells me everything

'I'm getting help,' she says

'No more tears,' she says

'I will not hear you cry again'

I nod, though she cannot see it

And I accept this

 

It is Thursday today

I sit in class, I write this piece

My best friend is alive

She will talk to me now

We still have a future

I will not give up on her

Accept this

 

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