M.Amor
I had the pills, in my open hand, to take.
But he closed my hand, with his, and said,
Wait.
Look over there across the water
& he pointed to a lighthouse.
What if the ships, in the sea, felt too guilty to sail.
Too guilty of causing the light to be day by day, frail.
So, the ships left the water and now sailors only traveled by air.
What has this changed? Isn't the lighthouse still there?
Now the light will shine out into the surface of empty waves.
To be stopped only by eternity for all the rest of it's days.
There are ships sailing and lights in your mind.
The sailor didn't turn off what he wanted to stop,
He only left it behind.
Then he closed my fingers around the pills, again
My other hand, he held in his, our fingers intertwined.
Instead of what would now be dramatic violence,
We stayed there in solid silence.
Then he whispered,
Don't leave me behind.
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