Talk to Me – Part 2

“Talk to me,” your voice drowning

in a sea of pain trying to keep afloat.

“Talk to me,” your voice panics,

hearing my words hesitate in my throat.

I tried to find the person behind your words,

the person I have loved all these years,

the person before your mind destroyed you

and pulled you into its dark depression.

I remembered all the times I’ve told you I love you,

and all the words I have said,

only to have those words caught in your sea of misery

and emerged as a distorted mess by the time they reached you.

“Talk to me,” your words float to me

like a ghost tugging at my soul to join it in its hell.

I search for a way to find you again,

to tell you I still love you no matter what you have become.

I reached out through the silence

and pulled you close to me.

I let my heart say “I love you,”

and my story run through me.

A story of love that’s watched your happiness fade away.

A love that’s seen the darkness engulf you,

A love that’s fought against the change,

A love that’s sent me falling into your dark chambers,

nearly never seeing day again.

But this is a love story of patience,

as I wait here by your side.

I don’t know whether you will ever find your way out,

But I’ll never stop holding that light.

Editor’s Note: “Talk to Me” and “Talk to Me 2” is a glimpse into the complexities of those caring for loved ones with depression. It is a small tribute to these silent heroes and their endurance of a battle that rages every day.