This Time It's Different

Fear crosses your face.
Then, abject resignation.
It’s going to happen,
nothing can stop it.
Darkness will fall.

This time it’s different;
this time I’m here.

I’ll stand by your side.
I’ll take your hand.
I’ll let you push me away.
I’ll watch over you
from whatever distance
you put between us.
I’ll wait for you
to look up from
your fissure of darkness.
I’ll reach for you
hoping, praying
that you’ll grab hold.

And if not, I’ll descend to you
at your lowest low and sink beneath you…
to push you back up.

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