If I saw you drowning, I would plunge into the river
but I'm not there and it is pitch dark.
You tell me you fell off a high deck, blood in your eyes
from your skull; yet you ask for my hand to steady
your climb up two crates - why?
I try to elicit information about your insomnia, but I
fail to decipher your tumbled words.
I hand you a remedy for head injury and another for sleep
but I feel my gesture is too late and too weak.
I know you are suffering; it is palpable.
You should send this to the person you wrote it to. :)
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