IN SICKNESS...
By the light of a flame;
The scent of green tea,
Alone in my room
where he cannot be,
The sickness that binds me
to this private place,
The illness prevents me
from seeing his face,
But his words, they comfort,
and I know he's near...
Still I light the candle
and dream that he's here...
But just as I wake,
Hungry...
Alone...
I hear his voice speak
to me on the phone...
And soon he is here
to hold me and feed me...
I see the truth
and that he does need me...
At least for as much
as I needed him...
I'll always be grateful
that I let him in.
Written By Jason Wright
JUNE 10, 2006
- For Jeremy Merklinger -