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. 

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