Maybe

Maybe one day you’ll wake up and say that it’s not too late…

That you’re in a better place now and you’re ready to show up

For real this time, absolutely

Definitely

Possibly

Maybe

Maybe it’s not too late

But what if it is

I mean, to me it is

Because while you spent that time distracting yourself, “healing” from the pain you’ve caused yourself, I was healing too

All because you wanted to stand too close to the fire

A fire that you created just so you could feel the warmth

While I was trying desperately to pull you out

Tugging on your sleeves and throwing water on the inferno while you let yourself be engulfed

Enamored with the glow of the flames.

And you allowed it

You let me fight this fire alone

Trying with every fiber of my being to extinguish the anguish that you were in

When in reality the only person who could save yourself was

you.

To step out of the fire,

Please step out of the fire

I can help

Just come here let me hold you

Everything will be okay

Instead you threw your arms back, “pushing me out of harms way” you say

But honey I was already burned

My hands trembling with the third degree as I grasp at the embers as I’m dragged away

Leaving you to learn how to fight the blaze alone

So

While you tended to your wounds,

I tended to mine too.

And maybe it’s not too late…

But how do I hold your hand again when every time I look down,

I see the scars from when I tried to save you last?