Sit with me.
Under the too hot water in the shower. In our bed surrounded by silence. On the kitchen floor at 3am. In the car outside the grocery store.
Sit with me because sometimes that’s all I need.
Wash my back, I won’t want to move but help me do it. Rock me in the dark, let me cry into your shirt. Cup my cheek and tell me I’m gonna be okay, even if I feel like I’m not. Hold my hand as we walk through the aisles, squeeze my hand when people pass.
Sit with me, because sometimes I need help, I’ll never admit it, but I do.











