APRIL (30 Days of Poetry)

Day 13

Thirteen

Friend

Many have walked to this ledge and never come back
Their last breath was a scream
Beneath is the grave of the lonely
I see their bones from above
Every time I think I'll meet their fate
I fall a few paces short of a fall
Because you keep me tethered on solid ground
With your calling and texting and jokes you don't mean
You know what I'm thinking
You know when I'll jump
I'm weird, annoying and sometimes ignore you
Still you pull me up after every fall
Cheering me on loudest when the odds are against me
You are the reason I'm standing,
Friend.

~RC