The rope

He tried to take his own life late one evening.

Desperately needing to rid himself of demons and pain.

He stepped off,

Rope drew tight.

He closed his eyes.

I sat there two days later in the ICU,

As he started his fight to live once again.

I gripped his hand and prayed he could hear me as I told him:

“I love you. You are the first guy I’ve ever loved and you taught me what love is. I will always and forever love you. You’re so strong the strongest person I know, you can get through this, you have to. I love you.”

Two weeks later,

I sit here writing this.

You still lay there fighting to regain your strength.

-You can do this, I know you can. Keep holding on I love you.

I pray god to give him all the strength he needs to come back and survive this coma, to overcome his boundaries and see life’s beauty. I pray he can feel the sand between his toes again and the sun on his face. I pray he can write his magnificent poems again. I pray I can see him smile and hear him laugh. God bless him and give him all the strength possible.