The month’s about up
I didn’t think i’d survive this
and yet i’ve managed.

Drowning in salt tears
You took me out of the sea
Cleansed with faint kisses.

I am so grateful
For your patience and your help
I’m quite difficult

Stubborn, sensitive,
A hard person to console
And yet you managed

To remind me just
What it is like for someone
You care lots about

To exist, be real;
Fresh air inside my frail lungs
I feel quite alive.