© Pierre Bergounioux, October 2018
When you saw me
in the grounds, off the hospital with him by my side
What did you feel?
You in that Johnny gown smoking your awe away wound up with a wristband on a hot September day
Did you make it?
You said you’d be a star?
Did you make it?
And when we left
he leaned to me nonchalantly
and said you might not
make it or live another night
That’s not your fault they said
don’t let it invade your own headspace We’d really given it a go
He said you would not live
another night
So, tell me
Did you make it?