Diane.

[Delta40]

Dear Di
When you called on Monday
I was not in the mood
for people with 'problems'
I could not swallow another drop
of 'I'm depressed' as a defence
to failing to meet every responsibility.
In my mind, I want golden yellow sun
to shine upon us all.
Grey clouds like you really block
out the light and if you can't see that....
I'm sorry I failed to hear you
through the choked up feeling
you sound each time you try
to talk things through
as if you were a normal human.
You sound like a long playing record.
After a while nobody can tell the difference
between your depression and distression.
Its better for me that I shuffle
your roller coaster feelings into a
ball of 'been there, done that' and stow
you away in a nice dark corner
so you are as dead to the light as you
feel inside.
I'm sorry I missed the danger signs
and overlooked them so casually as I would
a piece of meat at the butchers.
I missed the blood dripping from
each word as you gurgled 'I'm sorry'
Next time, I promise to listen better
and stifle my yawns.
I'm sorry Di
Die.