How to do a thing I said I’d not do?
How can I accept any more from you?
You’ve ever done enough for everyone.
By now, I’d figured, my needs would be none.
Yet, against many odds, I am still here.
I should’ve been dead…so needing feels queer.
I always thought we’d be seeing the world.
So much unplanned story has since unfurled.
Now stark & clear; I must visit your well.
I only hope help isn’t love’s death knell.

