I am the watcher, the keeper, the one who looks out. The one who catches those who fall down.
I am the kind word when all is harsh, the laughter that warms you when your worlds torn apart.
I am the light in the darkness the hand as you drown.
No one special just there at the time.
I am the one who sees past your drama and pain.
The one who stops you shaking with rage.
I am no one to anyone, but a last resort.
The one who waited, who walked you home.
The one who chose to make things right. To do something for nothing when others would charge.
You have never met me, but many we are.
Those who still care, those who have hearts.
So sleep now and forget how we met.
Just know there are many..
We have no name.