You told me once that you worried more
about other people than yourself.
You worried so much it made you sick.
It kept you up at night
wondering, but mostly hoping, that those you loved
would be okay.

It took me a while to understand this, but now,
now I think I do.
You loved people with everything you had,
and that is harder for me than it ever was for you.
But I found someone that I worry about
more than I worry about myself.

And, god, it makes me sick.
It keeps me up at night
wondering, but mostly hoping,
that he will be okay.

I just really need him to be okay.