Push

Never once did you utter,
A shout or a whisper,
Until I was already gone.
Laying next to you and paralyzed.
I was a thousand miles away,
But only I could reach you,
And still be shoved away.

Who opened the door,
For the voices in my head,
Or the hand that grips my throat?
I was dragged from you,
Kicking and screaming,
And all the while, silent and still,
You laid with your eyes closed.

Yet I hear your voice,
Calling me back home.
To make a journey of several years,
To be travelled in just one night,
To a place where I ran from.
In my head, I'm still afraid
Of a push that will drag me away.