oh my words how you come to me
thoughts, life I feel you when you exhale
your burdens through my fingers
I will be there for you
to rid some of your drought
to ease some of your pain
I have been put here for you
life

I write of you
I mourn with you
and smile at the little things
that you have given me
I keep them close to my chest
I cover them with my right hand
and when they escape through my fingers
I bring them back with the trickling
of my black and white tête-à-tête

when you long for the people that live within you
so lost and so burdened
these genocides going on within you
these children dieing
these women contemplating
and stressing about what they should wear
to the beautiful ball
the men who cut their hands open
to provide a loaf of bread to their starving children
life
I am here
I see these things
I feel them in my bones
I have connected with people
that I have never met
and I cry for them

I cry for you
life

I am always here
always aware
and always present

I stand next to you
stricken always.