Low Point

Posted: October 18, 2018 in Uncategorized

At your lowest point
broken and wounded
lying on the floor
black blood gushing

from your broken joints
I held you
I wept over you.
You were not my lover

you were not my mother
you were not my father
not my brother my sister
you were not my friend.

You were someone
and I was someone else
who cared for you
only in that moment.

Comments
  1. tony says:

    Good stuff here

    Like

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