My friend
you know
you can lean
on me
not just until two
or until ten
but truly lean
on me.
If ever
you notice
that I look into your eyes
and a thread of love
appears in mine,
don’t be alarmed,
don’t think it’s madness.
Even if you see that thread —
or maybe because it exists —
you can lean
on me.
If at other times
you find me
quiet, for no reason,
don’t take it as a sign of weakness.
Still, you can lean
on me.
But let’s make a pact:
I would like to lean
on you.
It’s so beautiful
to know you exist.
It makes me feel alive.
And when I say this,
I mean to count —
even just to two,
even just to five —
not so you rush
to help me,
but so I can know,
with complete clarity,
that you know
you can
lean on me.
