I’ll be here for you.
When your eyes haze over,
And you are blind
To life’s blurred meaning.
I’ll hear your calls, hold your hand,
Pull you from the precipice.
But please, dear friend,
Squint and see me.
My eyes burnt out years ago.
My fingers are numb, my Tongue dumb.
My nails grip the edge, snapping.
Could you, would you catch me?
