No one cries in the unit anymore
That is how it is going
I forgot the name of my favorite patient
Who died on Friday
20 days after he asked me
To please put him down
At least I’m not in the unit
I still cry when the sky is just right
January is the season for tears
Maybe if it were a little colder
The rain would stop and stars
Will make night for dreams
Some turn to bourbon and food
Wish I cried for noble reasons
I’ll never know again the places I was before
Today a dog sits at my feet
My son plays his trumpet and hums
I just want to feel some pain
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