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