Written June 18, 2010

you attempted to kill
me and a stranger.

Why him?
Whom I know
but never met?

It seemed the people
I never cared enough about
gave all they had
to save me.

I felt alone and fearful:
nothing was certain,
and I felt helpless
to make enough amends.

My best friend,
who doesn’t know
just how important he became
in a different context,

I rendered him useless, too.

In waking,
I still want to
tell them I love them,
even if all I know
is they cared to be with me
when I almost
unconsciously died.

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