being there

with your hand on my shoulder
and my hands on my face,
would you stay and be
the warmth on the outside:
the heat map red, only you.

with my wordless sobs
and your small sentences,
would you tell me what it's like
to know extended happiness:
a robin's song each morning.

with your thousand-mile distance
and my reluctance to leave,
would you reach out to me;
call me to yourself:
a child returning to her mother.