You came and sat next to me.
I offered you water and words.
Fingers and shoulders, for days.
But you wept and you wailed.

I could have taken care.
I could have been a home.
I could have been your own.
But you were so hung up, so stuck.

You could have had a lot.
But you didn’t step ahead.
You came, sat and stopped.
At the verandah of my heart.