I’ll come there
I promised I’d prop you back up.
We probably won’t be able to talk
for a while at first though.
Words aren’t enough this time,
they’re too stuck inside
to say anything helpful right now.
It’s probably fine though, you won’t mind
sorting out the voices inside.
This past month has shoved you
a little too close and hard.
I promise I’ll put you on your feet,
if you promise, to get your voice
up and ready.
Oh it’s going to take both of us
again this time to get the words out.
I can put you up in a high rise, for a while,
stay until you’re ready come down
and fall. I promise I’ll pick you up.
We can blame the clouds for the tears,
no one has to know at first.
I promise you can practice on me,
to scream, and yell telling me to fuck off.
I’ll put a thousand dinner plates
freshly on the countertop,
let them smash inside, instead of you.
I’m sitting here on the outside
this time worried because
I’ve sat here before, holding my mom.
I’ve paused for a while now
stuck at that last thought.
I promise I won’t blink.
Seriously, I’ll make sure you land safely.
Promise you’ll stay in the high rise,
just give me an hour or so down here
before I pick you up
to practice on me.