"Take Care"....Tonight.

He says "take care" like it could mean something

and as I hung up the phone I contemplate

whether it did, or whether it can.

Am I too stuck in my ways to change tonight?

He says "take care of yourself" more than once.

I hear the repetition

I sense its importance -

yet am I too selfish to put his desires
 before my own tonight?

He utters my name in the same sentence

making it personal now.

Specifically to my soul.

Do you think she will listen? I hope so.

I hope she hears your voice

and it carries reason which might

ground her flight into the unknown

tonight.

I've tried to tell her, take care of her,
she won't let me.

The self destructive path she doesn't choose -

it finds her in the dark, seeping into her veins slowly.

So "take care" how can it mean something to someone

so careless, so reckless and yet determined

in her own skin tonight?

He asks about tomorrow but that's a distant hollow

a scary thought and an open wound

which might beckon more sorrow.

I mutter todays not over, a long night ahead

another battle to win over.

"I'll still be here"

but in what state will tomorrow meet me?

These words of reassurance roll out of my mouth -

yet not one part of my body meant it -

maybe I did, I guess I won't know

until I meet you over the phone again... tomorrow.