It was a calm morning
sitting being with friends
with strangers
with the past and the present all at once
well you know, recovering
it was a calm morning
or afternoon
the ringing from the night before
still lying beneath the cacophony
of unfettered conversation
you stood up and walked toward me
smiling and I looked into your eyes
i could tell... I really could
but I did not... care...
and then you fell
it was not a calm morning
i realized as you hit the floor
how much i needed you
how much you meant to me
i realized as your glasses cut into your face
how much you must have needed me
and as you shook upon the floor i
realized