I sat beside you, listening
to you breathe.
I put my hands on you and prayed
to a God I’m not entirely sure
I believe in,
prayed for him to save us both —
you from your demons and me
from having lost you to them.
Your heart still beat that night
but I had lost you long before,
my stubborn nature keeping me there
in spite of knowing it.
I never did know how to give up,
even when it’s clearly
for my own damn good.
Still don’t.

April is National Poetry Month so I’ve pledged to write 30 poems this month. Theoretically, that’s one per day but as long as I finish the month with thirty, I’ll consider that a win. Read more about National Poetry Month at the WordPress Blog.