Love's Currency

The river whispered to me, 

“Vulnerability is love’s currency.”

So here I lay, Babe,

My chest cavity split open,

As I bleed out

In the middle of the road

All alone. 

Tell me,

Will you save me,

Or let me die here?

Do you see my heart? Is it still pumping?

Close up my chest, won’t you, Dear?

I fear

I can’t stay here

Waiting for you

Like this

Much longer.

I thought I could handle it;

I thought I was much stronger than this . . .

Soon,

I reckon,

I’ll die

If you don’t try

To save me.

But, 

That’s when I get a call

From your mom,

And she tells me,

That you are bleeding

In the middle of the street,

Just as vulnerable as me,

And soon your heart will beat

It’s last beat,

Because I wasn’t there

To save you . . .

So, what do I do?

I get up

And stitch up

My wound,

And start walking across the county

Hold on, babe

I’ll be there soon. 

Stay strong, my love

I can barely move

But I promise 

I’ll reach you 

If it’s the very last thing I do.

I’ll reach you.

-CH 8/27/25