Every SunDay
I sat acRoss from him
watching as he mIndlessly grabbed
for his black pen
out of his flannel shirt pockeT

Every Sunday
we walkEd to the
corner stoRe Across the street
from our small
picket Fence and grabbed
a Sunday paper from
the bottoM of the Stack.

Every SundaY
He wore his glasSes
instead of his contacts.
"It gives me better brain function"
he said Every Sunday

Every SUnday
he asked me the strangest
questions imaginable.
"WHats a 4 letter word
for 'In times past'"
to which I would respond
"once might fit,"
or whatever tHe answer
could be.

Every Sunday
we became an
invinCible team
a word fighting Duo

Every SuNday
we defeated the
greatest villain to
newspapers everywhere
the NY Times
Crossword

every sunday
i fell in love
more and more
a never-ending crossword.

I'M TIRED OF TEARING MYSELF DOWN
BUT I CAN'T GET THE KNIFE OUT OF MY BACK
OR MOVE THE GUN FROM MY TEMPLES
OR THE BAD THOUGHTS OUT OF MY HEAD
AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

I wonder if she saw this coming
DID she even think to change?
NOT herself completely but just enough to regain strength?

WHY would she let herself go?
DIDNT she feel herself slipping away?
I miss the happiness in her laugh
TRY i said to her with every breathe i took

I can see her face wash away
HAVE i even tried my hardest
TO keep her here
LET alone, save her from herself
GO she screamed as i stood there silent and stiff

THE eyes of a lonesome girl drifted down
MIRROR mirror on the wall
IS that the girl i should have become?
MY heart sank in my chest
NIGHTMARE or real,my body is at rest

My thinking is in bold,
but my words in lower-case.

She dreams in italics,
but,
unfortunately,
speaks in CAPITALS.