Lying in bed
Broken and choked
Helpless against the tide
You close your eyes and hope for rest
And curse yourself for having a heart
Blessed must be those, with an empty chest
A life free of pain
Toss and turn
A glass of water
Pages of prose
Nothing undoes the knot
In this tempest of limbs
I find your toe
In it, comfort I shall seek
With words not spoken, eyes long shut
Your toe speaks to me
One stroke says I’m a good man
Two says it’ll get better
Even the weakest hearts eventually heal
And just as my chest fills with tears
Like lovers in a violent mob
Our toes lose each other again