burning out as this day,
fading into the backdrop because
you’ve no shade. Your phone is
always nearby. It sticks to your ribs

as warm apple pie. Everyone relies
upon you as much as they do the sun
and the moon. What can I say? You’re
the stars in their eyes, the light of their

lives. This earth would dry out and crack
if it didn’t have you. It’s a lot on one
man’s back. Always the open door. You
never take in the welcome mat.