Listening to every heart
I Must Have An Angel
I do not know if it was the air
about me in which I breathed in
the sense of depression,
I only know depression came for me. For its moment.
Acknowledging the downward
I knew if I were to announce
it to someone, they might listen
instead of keeping it to myself.
I rarely share it, I just try to cope.
I was not ready to cry,
nor ready to give in to senseless darkness.
This time it was different.
This time I mentioned it to my best
friend, my buddy, my lover,
Instead of saying that “nothing is wrong.”
For why worry him? He’s got
enough on his mind,
he needn’t worry about me.
For the depression comes and goes,
and goes more often
than it comes.
But I told him I was down
and ready to cry,
but that I would be OK.
I don’t know what was different this time
but when I came home, I was still down,
but there was a surprise.
Two dozen red roses.
Today, the angel was my husband.
14 November 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow