Challenging Poetry

call me

sometimes, the only thing
that lets me continue
through every insanity—

the blood sugars and biopsies,
the meetings, the stories and heartaches
and money slipping through
fingers into envelopes like sand
disappearing into a hole, the losses,
the death, the fires nipping at the edges
of life in the moments before flashover,
before inferno

—the only thing
that gives me will to move on,
is knowing you love me enough
to call me home again.

Prompt: April 16—Friends