The Solution
Thomas Turner
I can remember seeing you that day,
staring at me from across the way.
Your room seemed like a different world
to me.
It seemed to be a world that was sad
and gloomy.
Your face was so pale - so white.
You seemed to be standing in frozen fright.
I could only stare at you from my window
and wonder ...
what situations and troubles did your
mind ponder.
For a moment, you stared right through me -
your sad eyes piercing the city air that was so windy.
For that moment, I swear I could feel you
touching me.
Your hand was upon my face, stroking my skin ever
so gently.
As I quietly stood there, my body shook.
I even dropped my Bible book.
Another moment later, you were gone; for I had
watched you fall.
You leaped from that building and fell through the air
like a soft, toy doll.
I wanted to reach out to you,
but there was nothing I could do.
I felt trapped, as if caught in
a spell.
I could only watch in silence as
you fell.
A crowd formed around you as I stood still.
I could only wonder was it God's will.
No -- no. Not the Lord's will. It could not
have been;
for you looked too lovely and innocent to be guilty
of any sin.
I climbed down from my towering room
and followed you through the city of gloom.
I found your enchanting body later on
that night.
You were trapped in a deep sleep, in a room
of white.
I could see the blood stains on your gentle face.
I could see the blood stains on your purple lace.
Every day for six months, I would visit and watch
you sleep.
For so many hours, I would stay there and could
only weep.
Why? I could not fully understand.
I didn't even know why I held your hand.
I didn't know what was drawing me so close
to you.
Maybe it was because I had tried
suicide too.
Your eyes finally opened at one day's first light.
You were now free from a sleep that held you so tight.
In curious questions, you calmly spoke out
to me.
You had seen my face before; so you weren't afraid
of me.
You were alone and you surely felt lost.
To live in this world, you couldn't pay the cost.
You were scared. You did not have anyone to
turn to.
You did not know what else there was for you
to do.
Soon, there were tears coming from your eyes,
falling like rain from the heavenly skies.
It was so easy, yet so hard for me to
comfort you.
And from that day, I've hated to see anything
hurting you.
It took time for your broken bones to mend.
It took even longer for your mental anguish to end.
Yet, I was there by your side in each and
every way.
I fed you. I helped take care of you with each
passing day.
Day by day - that's how you survived.
In many ways, we kept each other alive.
I was there for you. You were even there
for me.
Who could have known that this was meant
to be?
Maybe it was all in God's plan.
Surely then, I could never understand.
But, meeting you was like the opening of a
new door;
for I had never really known true love
before.
Now, I feel as if I've been born again.
Because loving you has surely been no sin.
And although it is hard to explain this love which
took us by surprise,
I only wish for you to know that my love for you
will never die.