Thursday, 20 April 2017

When it rains it pours;

You are there bent over, on the floor breathing
in and out heavily;
I am here, standing, looking, watching
I am powerless.

'Breathe' I say
but you don't. So I breathe for you.
in and out. Again and again.

But you're still there, doubled over, shaking

A matter of steps away I call to you. But to you I'm so far away
My call is like a drop in the ocean miniscule.
But I call again and suddenly it rains
pours

And the downpour gets through. You breathe slower basking in the rain
but then it stops falling I don't get through anymore.
Powerless.
Because I am there and you are here.

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