Missing Pieces
The sound of a siren
Sets my heart pounding
I want to follow it
Just to make sure that
It isn’t for him.
He is a friend
A human life with living soul and spirit
I am no angel, no saving grace
And I am afraid that
I cannot save him
I don’t tell him about the sirens
And my urges
Because he does not want to be a burden
I don’t want to give him
Another reason to go
So each night I tell him to "be safe"
When I really want to say
“I love you”
Because I never know
When it’ll be the last time
I wish I could wrap all my warm thoughts
In a little box
And give them to him
To be opened whenever
Some good and light is needed
I wish the solution were that easy
A little heated box
Wrapped neatly and tied tightly with a bow
To drive all the troubles
Away.
I wish the presence of a friend
Could drive all the
Neurotransmitters back into working order
Back to doing their job
Properly.
How devastating it is
That when a few minute pieces of the brain
Stop functioning as they should
It can drive a person
To wish that they were dead.
How devastating it is
That sometimes those missing pieces
Are enough
To kill
A friend.