Wrapped in a warm blanket
With my wife / fellow prisoner
Where we share a brush with life
As the outside cacophony of
The paper boy
Throwing the morning edition
Of the wreckage
From the day before
Smites the window

It's okay if you can't tell yourself.
“ I hope you are ok? ”
It is okay to not be okay.
Because sometimes you need
those times,
When you are sick and vulnerable.
You have to see who stands with you
when you are not yourself anymore.
Those are times,
when you need someone else
to make sure that they make you
ask yourself
“ It's okay if you are not okay
Cause I will still love you.
So take your time and heal.
Then come back.
I will be waiting.”