You say thank you and I
tell you ”of course.”
It seems natural that I would want
only the best for you.
Maybe my nature has dictated that
I should be a low-burning flame, your constant.
Not fireworks, no sparks, just there
for whenever I'm needed.
Of course.

I am here.
And you will not look up
until I have to leave, and then
you will tell me not to go
because you don't want me to.
Then you will see me.

Why do I keep leaving if I
will just come back again?
Why do I keep coming back if you
will only notice me once I leave?

Because I cannot help myself,
of course.
It is only at the point of leaving
that you truly make me want to stay.