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The Next Time (that we hope never comes)

Summary:

Spock watches over McCoy as he's asleep in recovery, asking questions he knows McCoy can't answer.

(An exercise in writing something to convey a feeling without worrying about technical things)

Notes:

(I rarely write poetry, but I wanted to write something from the heart without worrying about technical things or pacing and whatnot. This is me replying to a life event that happened recently, so there's no editing or beta-ing or anything, simply posted. I hope it can help touch some of you like it did for me writing this. Bad wording but you know what I mean)

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Are you with me still?

I see your form through the glass

resting, finally

tired and worn

decades without sleep

 

How do you go on?

I see your struggles hour by hour

fighting, eternally

biting and clawing

and just to be seen 

 

Please, can I help?

I see your possibilities

helpful, hindering

healing and injuring

I'm scared to even move

 

But those too terrified

of making the wrong choice

end up stuck

in their indecision

 

A limbo of 

"Should have"

and "What if"'s.

Decisions that drown us.

 

With what choices I did make,

you're safe.

That's what matters.

Right here, right now

 

So I watch your form

as we'll keep going on

to prepare for the next time

that we hope never comes

 

(but if it does:

I'm with you,

Ashayam)