Inside My Arms

It was open Mic night at
the local cafe.

I got a seat right up front.
Gerard was next to me.

The lights started to dim.
One spotlight on Frank.

His eyes looked amazing.
When the light was on him.

Almost like a cat's.
With a combination of orange and pale green.

Frank was singing and playing
the guitar by himself.

He looked nervous.

"Hey everybody. This is for my friend, Polly Wells. I love ya Polly.

1,2,6,6,6,
You're sitting next to me,
hands holding yourself tight.
I want to hold you right now.
But I know I can't because
you can't even hold yourself together.

The demons you had to face with.
I don't know how you did it.
How you managed to survive.

I look at Polaroids of yourself.
Wrapped in ribbons of gold and red.
With such gentle skin
that manges to fight among the thorns.

And I never thought this life was possible.
Because I was so sure when you ended,
I would come after you.

But you held on for ten more minutes.
When you had a choice.

I need to tell you now before I don't have a chance.
I love you more than you now.
And I'm so sorry for taking you for granted."

He finished with a strum on his guitar.

I didn't realize it.
But I was crying.

It was happy tears though.
For once.