And yet I soldier on because of you.
Not that you make me work; that is my own
Decisive choice. I do what I would do.
But rather having you around me makes
The world a place that I can still exist.
To be around you even tired takes
Less energy; your presence will assist
Whatever it may be I do or try,
Not by intention or directed action
(Though sometimes those as well), but simply by
The way your presence slows the deep extraction
Of me from me, and makes the tired day
An open one through which to make my way.
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