I hope one day you wake up

kicked to the side

and your conscious will finally

remind you of who was there

from the very start

I hope you remember

whose fingers had wiped

your trickling tears

when you can barely

stammer a word

I hope you remember

whose arms were wrapped

around your fragile state

when all that remains

have crumbled to dust

I hope you remember

whose tongue has been

at the very least, comforting

when harsh words were offered

on a silver platter

And if, and when,

you finally remember

I hope you know,

like the back of your hand

where I can always be found