to prop them up.
If only they knew
the Cedar-of-Lebanon sized
timbers that they have placed
under me.
Some days, all that
keeps me from
wanting to vanish
into the lingering night
is the knowledge that
they might need me
(or rather, think they need me)
and I wouldn't be around
to offer them
my shopworn solace.
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