Do you remember when you fell down?

We were eleven years old, when we lived in that small town.

You scraped your hands and bruised your knees.

A soundly cry escaped your lips as you tried to withhold your painful pleas.

 

It was my shirt that I ripped to cover your wounds,

the white material becoming saturated in maroon.

You said thank you and gave me a smile.

I said you're welcome, and then that was that for awhile.

 

Do you remember when you experienced your first heartbreak?

We were seventeen and you thought the rest of your life would be a dull ache.

I was there every second of the way to ease you with comfort,

giving you everything that I could with all of my effort.

 

It was a shame, I never did hear a "thank you for that" or "thank you for being here for me".

Instead, we continued our ordinary lives and i'd see you usually.

 

Do you remember last night when you got completely wasted?

You actually dipped your chicken nuggets in water and said it was the best you've ever tasted.

I helped you to the toilet, brought you water, and checked on you every five minutes,

and it was then that I realized that you use me for all of the benefits.

 

You went to bed after abruptly leaving the bathroom.

Not a word was spoken from your lips but pardon me is it wrong to assume?

That our relationship is tainted with the idea that I am the help,

i'm yours but only when you need someone to push you to resume.

 

Where are you when I can no longer see in color,

when i'm hurting and these invisible lines are dragging me under?

I know I keep to myself sometimes, my feelings hiding discretely,

but I know you see when I need the help, when I need it completely.

 

I know it is not your fault and I cannot rely on you to hold that position.

When my life falls apart, it isn't up to you to bring back my ambition.

I guess I just expected you to feel my heart the way that I have felt yours.

Although I cannot express that to you because while you are inside, I am kept outdoors.

 

Fast forward to decades later in our lives,

when grey hairs and wrinkles begin to arrive.

I will always watch over you like a wolves whelp,

I will undeniably always and forever be your help.