Gut Feeling

I walked into my room
And got ready for bed
And as I pulled on my pj's
Your voice ran through my head

I couldn't seem to get you out of my mind
Then again, we had always been tight
I just had this terrible gut feeling
That something wasn't right

It was actually really late
I figured you be asleep by then
But you answered your phone
And I told you I was worried again

You were quiet for a second
I wasn't sure what to do
Then you said, "That's incredible...
Your gut feeling was true."

You told me you were in the hospital
To which I questioned why
You and a friend were in hospital gowns
Being evaluated for suicide

It was my turn to be quiet
I almost started crying
But I figured you didn't need that just then
I just couldn't stand you dying

So I asked again to make sure you were ok
And then we talked about other things
Happy, thoughtless, irrelevant
Hopes and thoughts and dreams

It was just like old times
And I talked to you for an hour
Late, until you had to go
Into that sterile tower

I let you leave
Just told you I cared and good night
I've never loved my gut feeling more
I love it when my intuition is right.

**Ok, this is a sucky poem. Wow, am I losing my touch or what?? Anyway, it's true, though. Thank you, gut feeling!**