I wrote it before bedtime,
I need you both, FaceTime, whatever…let me know when
Just as I clicked the letters, the guilt swooped in: you don’t need to take care of me, I should be able to do it on my own, I shouldn’t need you.
Neither of you have sent a similar message, but then–
I hit send anyway, ignoring the fears of appearing weak and asked for a life line or two or three.
Like branches of lightning across a dark sky, your voices arrived, engulfing me with your fierce spirit.
You wrapped me tight in your gentle voices
The exact repose, I needed that night.