The Wait

You don’t laugh anymore, I never see you smile.
Your face is pale, your eyes red.
You are getting thinner.
Your clothes hang off you,
balancing delicately on your visible shoulder blades.
You refuse to eat,
it makes you sick.
You count the pills every morning, swallow them
slowly, methodically.
You don’t go outside anymore, you
just stare though the glass, blankly.
Time has slowed and only exists
when it’s time to take the next pill.
You don’t get out of bed anymore, you can’t.
Your dependency makes you feel child-like.
You can only wait.
You don’t long for it
but it seems to be the only answer now. 

I'm sorry...

The twelve inches between us feel like a desert,

Dead and barren.

You’re upset but I can’t help you,

Not anymore.

My hand hangs limp by my side, but I long to cup your cheek, put your forehead to mine.

I want to cry with you, kiss away your tears; I just want to feel you close to me again.

I see out of the corner of my eye you clench your fist before releasing,

Maybe you can feel it too.

I force myself to look you in the eye.

Darkness, lust, pain, anger.  

I’m sorry for your loss

He nods quickly and I feel my feet carry me into the cold winter breeze,

Away, away from you.