The Follow Through

You have your good days,
Then, in an instant, you fade into a dreary haze.
Close calls, you’ve had quite a few,
But my worried mind wonders: will you ever follow through?

For a moment in time, you’re on cloud nine,
But then the switch is flipped and you cross the line.
I’ve had to talk you off the edge of doing the one thing you can’t undo,
But will you ever follow through?

At times, you feel the joy, completely.
Then, in a flash, the sadness cuts all too deeply.
You were on the threshold of a falling, yet you withdrew,
But will you ever follow through?

I look at you and catch a smile on your face,
But when I look again, I see the tears begin to race.
I’ve untied the knots of your rope in hand, changing the escape plan you had in view,
But will you ever follow through?

Your sweet laugh, so cheerful while it lasts,
Quickly changes to a cry when you’re overtaken by memories of the past.
I’ve stopped you from ending it all, for you’ve never seen how your life can renew,
But will you ever follow through?

You’re beaming with glee, but it’s just a phase,
For then you realize that your happiness never stays.
I’ve nursed the wounds from when you tried to make your fleshly pain outdo,
But will you ever follow through?

You’ve been able to forget the hurt with a distraction now and then,
But when you come back down to earth, it leaves you heartbroken.
I’ve pulled you from deep, inky waters, so blue,
But will you ever follow through?

I’ve been dancing on thin ice, always wary of what to say,
Never knowing if it’s “one of those days.”
I’ve thrown the gun from your shaking grasp before it took you,
But will you ever follow through?

Now I’m looking at a tear stained envelope, on it, your handwriting lettered,
“To Those Who Mattered”
Alone with nowhere to turn to,
I fear I’ve reached your follow through.