Westlake, Part I
by S.E. Erwin & C. Baird, 2015
It's hardly a crime
To feel alone all the time
And start measuring life
In cigarettes and wine.
I need to know things are going to be normal again.
I need to know everything's gonna be okay,
That you've grown stronger through this unholy load
Of shit the world has just sent your way.
This I thought as I held your cold hand,
So scared because your face was so gray.
The doctors say that you are resting now,
So this I thought, but I did not say.
It's hardly a crime
To feel alone all the time
And start measuring life
In cigarettes and wine.
From the phone in the waiting room I placed a call,
Asking Peter at the switchboard to put me through.
"Is the big guy around? It's kind of important..."
"It's awful busy up here... we'll get back to you..."
When the message comes, they know where to find me:
Beside your bed, pointlessly smoothing your hair,
Drinking bad coffee (three sugars, no cream),
And wishing I was stronger than what landed you there.
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