The office is filled with life
the rooms boast stories of triumph over addiction.
But they don’t know that I am holding a man, dying behind my closed door
with the death rattle growing louder with each passing second.

A night like any other
clients in and out, in and out
July twenty eighth forever scarred into my memory.
They don’t know I am desperately trying to choke my feelings
to save a man from a fate of his own hand.

But i got to walk out and head directly into love’s embrace
Subdued by the entanglement of the clean white comforter and her body wrapped tightly in mine
She saved my life, as I saved his.