A Letter From The Small Sliver Of Hope In Your Junk Drawer And What He Could Become

To whom it may concern,

All I want to be is
The one you miss from time to time

When you’re out with your friends or back at your folk’s place
When you feel more alone with them than you do yourself anyway
I want to be your warm welcome

All I want to be is the first person you call on the phone
When you find yourself panicked, shaken, and alone, Unable to sleep
I'll tell you . . . “I’m here.”

Can’t you see me? Because I see you.

Maybe you can see me.
But you can’t hear the words coming out of my mouth.
Over the sound of your grinding teeth

To you, I’ll always be the wind that blows above your head
The hand that’s out of reach

If you ever find yourself struggling to breathe.
I want to be the oxygen that flows through you right before you smoke your last cigarette

And when you contemplate death
I want to be the thought that says, “Don’t go. You’re not done yet.”

I don’t want to be the one you need.
I just want to be a some-what steady plot of land beneath your feet.
I want you to feel grounded.

All I want to be is a part of your life


Sincerely,
- The Small Sliver Of Hope In Your Junk Drawer