ENDOCARP: A Poetry Collection

just in time

in many ways

she's an

extension of

myself.

she came at a

point in which

there was too

much of me for

one person to

handle.

she takes

half the

load,

unbiasedly.

and unbiasedly

she walks it up

and down the hill

while carrying

her own.

she deals with

the spikes in her

shoes and never

complains, though

sometimes I see

her cry.

she came at a

time when I was

becoming too much

for myself, and I

beg that she never

leaves, at least

until after I go

first.