Not the topic of the gossips
or the spiders in your head
I'll watch over you unconditionnaly.

I know I am your nothing,
but you will be my everything,

not the main theme in your readings
nor the titles of your specialisms
in your heart, my name you're engraving
unconsciously.

I am not the reason for your smiles
or the itchiness for your laughter,
for you, I would walk a thousand miles
though  bones broken hereafter.


© Sylvia Frances Chan