poesy.

It was only yesterday
That you lay screaming in that strange bed,
Sweat speckled above your lip like salty dew,
Stray strands of brown hair pasted to your pale forehead,
Begging me for help
Though I had none to give you.
For five hours the sun was eclipsed
And my sky turned a darker, blacker shade of blue.

Today, I drove with the windows down
and a bright blue sky arching overhead
To buy you a chocolate milkshake
(you were at home, feeding him in our bed).