Black Dog Poem (lo fi lounge)

This a poem called Black Dog

You promised you'd be there in the morning

And I only half-believed you

Because last time you said that, you almost weren't

I should have forgotten that by now, but I remember

There has always been a part of you

Some little agony

Smooth, hot, painful

Something that I cannot touch

I hear the smile in your voice today, though

A loose string of dark-red silk

So soft, faint and rare

Where did it come from?

For months it seemed the curtains were always closed

It seemed like you were always angry at me and tired of yourself

It seemed like you wouldn't survive this

Ignoring the jewel of hope behind my right eye

Rolling over onto your side to crush a tear with the side of your wrist

Like a tiny blue flower

We were all so scared