When the lock reappears on your door,
When your distinctive laugh goes quiet…
And you slowly vanish off the grid
Again.
Then I get scared.
Can I almost hear the penny drop
My heart stops
And I dread that late night call
When you’re out of my reach.
I want to hide you in the light
Shield you from the world
Take away all the tools of your self-destruction
And protect you like a child.
Cover the sockets,
Move the toxic materials to a higher shelf,
Put away all sharp objects
And hide the guns.
You carry it all within you.
Your private darkness and your hurt
Deep. Where I can just almost reach…
Stored for future use.
2004
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