Not a Haiku

For want of an angel, I nearly died.

The wait, the night, so long, too long.

I stopped waiting. The pain was unbearable.

Intense. Unrelenting. I stopped caring.

The day brought no relief.

There was no comfort. I stopped hoping.

Whatever I long ago prayed for seemed pointless.

Drowning, I stopped trying. I grew eerily quiet. I

left (or so I thought) without a word. Woman of

many words, they left me too.

LBM 9/27/2024

Tippy&me (my dad “got rid of her”, I never said goodbye).