It would be nice to consider you a friend,
Someone who cares about me.
It seems possible today.
Reminding me of more cleaning up to be done.
My real lingering question is,
How could you still be here with me,
When I go into these holes of messiness and chaos,
Over and over again?
It feels like ‘this’ is all you have of me,
You don’t get the belly laughs, or the warmth of my connection.
So, how come you stick around??
