It’s hard to tell whether it’s a blessing or a curse To be around (just in case) someone else needs to talk: Like a guardian angel, but let me say After such a long time of putting others before myself Sometimes I feel like an emergency flashlight Collecting dust on a closet shelf. Off to the side until it’s convenient- But still on the line on the off-chance I’m needed. And in the lonely hours I sit waiting and glancing at the clock Waiting for someone to answer my text of “is anyone there?” I begin to wonder what could be commendable About being so solitarily dependable.