ME and My ‘Friend’

ME and My ‘Friend’

 

I want to Chat

And things like that

Like we used to do

It hurts to talk

It pains to walk

But I’ll get myself to you.

 

I’ll get there, it’s not that far

Travel by bus, too tough by car

Vibrations turn senses into mire

The slightest bump, the more I tire

Noise and sounds care not for bounds

Twist my senses and my blood

Turn brain cells into mud

 

So tired now my jaw grows numb

I slur my words, It’s so absurd

I sound like a drunken bum

Not there yet, a bit to go

Bus on time

But seems so slow

Traffic stops at another junction

More of my body

Ceases to function.

 

Came this way when we used to run

Used to chat, used to have fun

Another lifetime ago that was

We’d run for charity, we had clarity

And a noble, worthwhile cause

Runs became less

Health was a mess

You did them on your own

You’d keep in touch, then not so much

A quick chat on the phone

 

At least today

You’ve said we’d meet

The coffee shop

Bottom of the street

Bus pulls in

Feeling grim

But got here all the same

Feel so weak, hard to speak

The journey’s been a drain.

 

You’re not there

The chair sits spare

No message left, feel bereft

It seems you didn’t care

 

Of friends I had

You were the best

Through thick and thin

You stood the test

But somewhere through this tougher time

Somewhere it seems you lost your spine

One more thing to see decline

I thought you were a friend of mine

 

I haven’t lost you

You’ve lost me

You are just too blind to see

I will be stronger, will look back no longer

Through this, my fight with M.E

 

Life moves on

Now you’ve gone

I am stronger, not forlorn

We need real friends, not just pretends

To tell this beast, the war is on.

 

By Bill Clayton.

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