Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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In a dim room, I sat with you,

No one else,

Just us two.

You looked like you had had a few,

I could not judge,

For I had too.

I looked at you,

You met my eye,

A tear-drop fell,

It drowned the lie,

I had ready,

On my tongue,

Your breathing ragged,

Your hand was steady,

On the glass,

From which you sipped.

Through soundless lips,

I meant to say,

How sorry I was,

To make you stay.

But as you turned,

Away from me,

No words came,

My knees went weak.

I could not follow,

As you left,

The weight was too heavy,

Within my chest.

For long hours I waited,

Eyes on the door,

But you were gone,

Evermore.