You were there in the time when I needed someone to be there
You came and took good care with me
In dark hours our feet touched through blankets there for warmth
And our voices called names we both knew from a shared home
In the mornings the swirl of clothes would make me dizzy
But there was always work to be done
You called me friend and on the morning of my birth that year you covered my door with the love I didn’t seem able to let in
Your face still haunts my ability to feel good
Those trees I smelled on our way home are why I remember you in the fall