the silence
hurts more
than the
words

you get a call
it’s too early
but too late all at once

you get a call
it is after midnight
he has the bottle in hand

you get a call
it is early morning
the pills are down his throat

you get a call
it’s one am
he tells you not to worry

you get a call
you don’t know how to feel
he says he’s done the bottle
(you don’t know if he means the pills or the water)

you get a call
you don’t know what to do

you get a call
it ends too soon

when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.

your tears have been
watering your flowers

you became such a
beautiful garden