shhh.
I'm here.
I'm here.
cry or don't,
breathe and keep breathing.
that wasn't very fun, huh?
when I got so sad you nearly punched the bedpost
and cursed your mind
and clawed your smile.
and I sat there like a used towel
crumpled,
wrinkled,
damp
but it's okay, anyways.
even though we cry
and you hate your name
and I imagine worse quarrels while I'm still as a rock
--yet tender as an oyster
frail as a bubble
ready to pop.
but it's okay, anyways.
days like this
come and go
like winter to spring
like houses from stone
shhh.
I'm here.
I'm here.
cry or don't,
breathe and keep breathing.
for all we know, tomorrow is spring.
and I'm here.
I'm here.