Writing Contemporary Scottish Fiction

When You Are Well

When you are well

I will sit down and tell

Of the time that I spent

In my own selfish hell

Of the days that I sat

With your fingers in mine

In the hope you would squeeze me

Or give me a sign

Oh, the fear that I felt

At the end of each day

As I stole from your side

In that hospital bay

As I passed through the hallways

In shadowy light

To the room where I lay

A few hours each night

A view of the city

The sounds never cease                                

The traffic, the sirens                                     

An absence of peace

The clanking of metal

And banging of doors

The noises of drug deals,

Of pimps and of whores

And where was my life

In this alien place

Suspended in time –

Lost in some space

Oh yes, when you are well

I will sit down and tell

Of the time that I spent

In that hospital hell

And then when you come home

When the hurdles are crossed

We’ll hug and we’ll speak

Of what nearly was lost

But I must break the spell

For you’ll never be well

And so my most dear one                   

I bid you farewell



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