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You could have saved me yesterday

Face down in the gutter

No hand but my own

You wanted to save me

Today, not yesterday

But yesterday mattered

Today I can pull myself up

You could have saved me yesterday

But all you wanted was a boost

The body aches were real

The tears rightfully salty

The anguish unbearable

But you penciled in my saving for today

And today is no good

You could have saved me yesterday

But your calendar was full

My head is no longer pounding the floor

Although, it may again tomorrow

As I can’t seem to beat this

But your savior cape is muddied

And your wingspan clipped

My eyes are not glamored

My heart pumping even harder

You could have saved me yesterday

You could have

Now I must save myself

 

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