The cry

I found out today and I cried out in pain, how can I be there if you don't let me in.
We have unresolved issues that hurt and they scar.
If words were a weapon I'd be wounded to the core
Yet I heard about your cry out for love in despair, if someone had told me I would have been there.
No one called so I could not have known, you'd gone into hospital, maybe never come home.
Your cry out was heard and my heart filled with fear.
If you had done it achieved your goal, you'd no longer be here.
©cazza