Loving my Friend

and desperately wanting to save her

Photo by Gábor Kulcsár on Unsplash

I am so troubled sweet girl,

our three hour coffee

spilling and mixing with your tears.

The stove top is hot,

let me stop you from touching.

See my scorched hands?

Proof of what you can avoid

by listening to my advice.

I thought my pain was enough

for us both to endure.

Not so.

I must let you go

to discover your own path

and how to navigate these

devastations of your heart.

For humans

there is no other way

but self discovery,

in sickness and in health.

So I put tape over my lips.

I give you my ears.

My arms securely hug

your trembling frame.

I visualize my first aid kit,

at home on a shelf.

I will be ready to bathe your

singed finger tips

and apply