You were frail in body while I
was delicate in mind, yet we curled
around and underneath each other trying
to provide comfort to one another - because
You held me as I fell to pieces
in your hands, mind ridden and soul
overflowing with trauma, pain and anxiety.
You held on until I stopped crumbling - not
Then I held you, in your emaciated
brittleness, all edges and angles, as
you allowed yourself the space to dissolve
in my hands, slipping through my fingers - like
Somehow we held each other up,
held each other together, just barely.
Maybe that's what two people do for
one another; the simple kindness of - offering
as we try to
weather our way
through the shitstorm.