when i have nothing left,
the night sky will still be there for me

and the cold november air
will no longer burn my fingers

i will no longer need to walk to stay warm

the comforting warmth of my child's fingers,
barely making their way around two of mine

every day away,
it gets harder,
more unfathomable,
with hope slowly drifting away,

their faces feel like dreams
that i cannot touch

the smell of their hair,
nourishes me with gratitude,
and flourishes my heart with love

please don't forget me,
i'll always be here for you,
through your crying,
your anger,
your happiness,
your curiosity

--ill be here through it all with you