Sullen eyes that seek comfort
after a bout of worrying
and churning stomachs
days on end without medicine
supplies are only for the few

They come and go
while the man behind the table
waits for a minute to rest
coming home without sleep
pushing the old wheel of life

The vulnerable and disconcerted
may rest on their arched backs
hanging on to nothing
but spare change to their names

The mortal life only seeks to be saved

Love.

It is that
baneful
medicine
we keep
taking...

...even
without
reading
the labels.

medicine doesn't always come in the form of a capsule, powder or bitter tasting liquid. medicine isn't always hard to swallow or a pain to refill at the pharmacy, nor is it made by a chemist wearing a white coat and goggles. sometimes medicine is a heartfelt laugh from the person you love. it's a gentle whisper that everything is okay, a squeeze of the hand bringing reassurance and calm. medicine is a smile with eyes turned up in a grin. it's an hour of time spent in the park with kisses and conversation. it doesn't come with annoying side-effects of pounding headaches and dizziness with fatigue. instead it reaps results: healing of mind, body and soul.

i would like
to schedule an appointment
with you
any time of the day
while the sky
is still blue
as long as you’re honest
subtle and true
and don’t slap on words
in replacement of glue
but don’t be mistaken
for i don’t have the flu
but rather cracks in my heart
maybe one or a few
so do what you must
with your bolts and
your screws
for who else may i trust
to give me a heart
this brand new