You’re sweet like a chocolate chip 

I hope last Friday is something you’ll soon forget 

Because your scream echoes in my head like the guy with Tourette’s 

It’s on repeat 

And when I called today, you asked me what you did wrong

I hope you believe it was nothing 

I don’t know how old you are, but you can’t be over 22 

Your name makes me think of Nevada

I never knew what he could do 

He beat you like a pinata 

I was too late after your scream 

I’d been deluded by all the wolves in between 

A concussion and emotional trauma resulted 

Worst of all, your baby was insulted 

You did nothing wrong 

I was here before you started 

There was no rhyme or reason as to why you were a target 

You even asked about him in the aftermath 

You know, when I went back, there was blood on your stethoscope 

And I still remember the gnomes on the sweater you wore

Before it was torn 

You’ll heal, you’ll recover, you’ll be stronger 

I hope