Your in and out of Dr's offices ERs and surgery and I don't really know why.

With wonder I have sat in a chair , in the corner of my room . With hours passing I'm thinking and concerned about you.

Months and months with constant questions directed directly to you. Trying to get answers from you.

Don't you think I worry ?Don't you know I care.
You just dismiss my concern and float off somewhere.

I am lost in the dark, out in the cold with heartbreak ,stress and confusion,a daily crossword with no clues to why.

I thought we were close I thought we were pals I thought we were even more than best friends.So why not inform me on your condition and what is your illness

You tell me nothing, all my qustions ignored...Cant you see it hurts,especially  when I can't always connect.(with you) I feel I'm drifting further away from you.

I barely know you sometimes my friend .How I truly hope I get you back again.

You say you keep me in the dark ,but your walking in the dark along side with me.

As sickness isn't pretty and if I don't know Its better for me.
Being in the dark is where I want to be.

QUSTIONS AND ANSWERS

Questions – like flowers that open
too early before the color deepens.
They enter and leave mysteriously
in a cloud of confusion, hanging
on the fates of life, safe from neither
bliss nor danger.

Anwsers maybe whispers in the wind
or the touch of a warm palm on a cheek,
a timpanic clamor or the sound of
untouched strings, a thought that
ripens slowly like a color that sets,
an unexpcted letter in the mail
or something unknown in the air.

A question is fragile between
good and bad moments, coming
and going, unfinished.

The answer creating hope
or undoing expectation,
a reminder of forgotten
feeling startling the heart
with strange happiness
or sudden fear, or a bell
unstruct, silent as white
moths against a screen.