Available for you
Eternally
Supportive and loving
Forever listening
All your fears
Many uncertainties
Complaints as well
Spill them upon me
Your biggest fan
You are the melody
I love to sing
Still the aches I breathe
Drift past your eyes
You don’t seem to notice them
Notice me
There’s not much left
I understand
It’s insufficient
But all there can be
The little time you give
It’s fitting
It has to be
Until the time comes
When it no longer will be
Sweet but sad. Melody is my estranged daughter's name.
ReplyDeleteWrite on. I like how your poem gently kicks ass without demanding what cannot be. xo
ReplyDeleteThe lament of the good friend. What are we? Nuts? Sure. Cry on my shoulder, but ffs watch the hair. LOL. Nice work.
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