Teasing apart your day
in the face of death,
is not,
I repeat
is not an easy thing to do.
If I had a heart of stone,
like I often say that I do,
all this all wear all
stray hope
would graze my back
skim the surface
without peering into my insides
telling me that
I have been strong for such a long time,
I have almost
forgotten what it feels like
to lie heavy in the arms of another.
It is in these moments when
I know I need you the most,
and so the most realistic thing to do
is to hideaway.
Look up, child. Look up!
I did not create you
for the sake of
being broken.
I do not claim to ache the way you do,
but I am here,
I will always be here.
