here


here
while you sit
stalled
knocked backwards
wounded and stunned

i will be the one to hold your hand
and tell you that you
are still you
who(m)ever it is that you are

while this sickness creeps over you
every day
darker
one day bright
the next a fog
this time final

i will stay with you
and make sure that you
find someone when you look

and as is my want
and my lot
when you are healed
i will remain integrated
into the base of this hole
where we now sit
healing and trying to laugh at the night
i will sit
and watch as you walk away

like a service station attendant with a free tire and a cold drink
on a cross country trip
no, you won't be back this way
but sure, pay me then.
it's fine.
I'll be here.