He knocked on her front door, fearing the worst,
Replaying her tearful “I need you”
Over the phone,
Not anticipating the anguish in her voice
He feared being too late,
Her not opening the door to let him in
Knowing she shouldn’t have been left alone,
But relief came
When she did.
Only temporarily as he felt a warm liquid sensation
With the scent of metallic as he embraced her trembling body
With his thoughts ricocheting.
Walking into the light, her caramel skin was baring only crimson.
The light within her was nothing but a glimmer now
Her soul locked away within a prison.
“Why, why did you do this?” he asked barely audibly, visibly horrified,
As he grabbed her despondent face, his hands grasping both sides,
Wiping away the consistent stream of tears with his thumbs.
She stared into his eyes and whispered “I have no more will in me to keep going,
My story is meaningless, no one loves me, I am nothing.”
He welled up inside with heartbreak, and embraced her as tightly as he could
As she collapsed with bottomless despair
As she uncontrollably, uninhibitedly wailed.
He lifted her to her feet and carried her to her bed,
And quickly cleaned up the scene her demons created.
He took her arms and gently tended to her wounds
Another crack to his heart, because of all the times and all the calls
And all the tears, bawls, and falls
It had never gotten this bad,
She never has gotten this close to her tomb.
No humor he could produce, nor comfort he could provide
Had the ability to ward off her darkness lingering inside
From dragging her into such a deeper hole than before.
He distracts her mind,
Consoles her spirit,
And cradles her close
As she tires from this invisible battle
Enough to quietly fall asleep in his care.
He can protect her from her demons for a few more hours
Before the night turns into day.
He desperately prays
She will be better when she wakes.
He strokes her long raven hair with the purest affection
And to seal his love for her, he kisses her forehead for a moment
Before silently leaving to start his day.
He prayed,
He did everything he could to protect her and heal her spirit
But he knew her demons were even greater when she was awake.
They enticed her with the bottle method after he left
That habit he helped her overcome many years ago.
Those words she spoke to him the night before
Her demons whispered in repetition, convincing her to let go
Of rationality
Of reality
Of any muster seeds of hope
And succumb
To their destruction.
He couldn’t save her, only impede.
She had to want to save herself to be free.
©AyalaRain
To Make Your Day Sweet 