friend...

Trying to just be a friend...
Feeling deeply down that I'm not.

Scared of what this impass means,
and what it does once it's gone.

Gone...
Soon I too will be gone.

But first, lives to set in order;
affairs to put in the corner...

a life to live through and a day to get to...
all before I can be gone.

So sitting on the window sill -
just looking over the edge.

Wondering what would happen if I stayed,
what I'd be if I ever fell.

So I don't move, I just sit.
Sit, wait, and wonder.

Look throught this glass of confusion-
and see that I'm still not there yet.

Friend. Hospital friend.
Bringing pain killers and pudding...

hoping you are getting a little better
Because yes, I do still care.

-RK