He paced like a caged animal
Pupils focused to pin heads
Lips in a tight line
Hands clenched
Muscles tense
I placed a restraining hand
Upon his shoulder
He shrugged it off
“I’ve gotta get out of here”
“Don’t! Please stay. We’ll work this out.”
But I didn’t try to block his exit.
I’d been through it a dozen times before.
I stayed awake late into the night, praying
My own body rigid with tension
Then a vision formed in the dark
I saw his face, blood dripping from one eye.
He looked at me with such anguish.
“Let me go Chants. I really want to die”
I bolted from my bed, got dressed
And jumped into my car.
Then drove on auto pilot
Led by instinct and maybe…God?
Finally, I found him
Stumbling on the side of the road
Drew up beside him, said:
“Get in. I’ll take you home”
“How did you find me Chanti?”
His words slurred and slow.
“A sister always knows.
Now get in the car, you idiot.
Let’s go”

© Chanti 2006

 ... Rupes please find your way home