Andrea On My Mind
A MirAndy Poem
By Gun Brooke
That silly girl
Of course I should not have such expectations
How could this young woman know
What finding her gone would mean
How could she possible guess
What going through each day without her
Would do to the Dragon's heart
Or the direct effect it would have on others
She has no way of knowing how many hours
Every time I go to bed, curled up under the covers
My frozen body aches for her
The lover I never had
I blame myself—who else is there?
She did what she had to do
And I was left behind with the ghosts of my emotions
And the tears of my lost opportunities
My foolish heart
Clings to one hope, one image
Of how she regarded me with such compassion
While I sat there, red-eyed, pale, and looking old
This is when I hears her ask in my mind
"Is there anything else I can do for you?"
In that gentle, soft voice that made me tremble
And I remember praying she'd put her hands on my body
I wanted to tell her yes
I wish I'd asked her to hold me
And never let me go, never leave
Instead I said: "Your job."
Was that why she left the next day?
Did I put an end to what had not yet begun?
And did I once and for all confirm
The justification for all the monikers given to me?`
I reach for my phone
Knowing I have nothing else left
Not even my pride, as I dial
I struggle with the inner demons telling me I'm a fool
I hate the fact I nearly weep
When I hear her voice speak with a tremor
"Miranda? Is everything all right?"
"Andrea," I whisper, my voice catching
I hear her inhale so deeply
And then she says; "Is there anything I can do, Miranda?"
And I say;