Hold me
like I'm broken
and touch my hair
as if
your fingers
are weaving me back
together.
Breathe for me
if I can't,
care for me
if I can't.
Take my hand,
the one I've used
to claw at the mess
and rub off the smudges
tracing the lines
of what
I've lived.
When all the
pieces of me
come untethered -
catch me.
Love me.
And wait
for my next breath
because
with you,
it will come.
