Concern

Worried, you say...
You're worried...
About me?
You're busy, I know,
But now more than ever you try.
You pick up your phone and talk me through the rough patches.
You're working, but you know I need you.
You text me daily to make sure I'm okay.
I'm not okay, I tell you.
But what you really meant to say,
Was you were checking to make sure I was still alive.
I am.
For now.
But I'm scared.
And you are too.
You stop to talk to me in the hallway.
You hug me and tell me it'll be okay.
You don't mind being late just this once.
You promise things will get better,
And in return you make me promise to hang on.
A promise I struggle to keep.
But you say you don't want to have to go to my funeral.
You care for me.
You love me.
And I love you too.
I'm touched by your concern, and I thank you for everything you do.
But I'm not sure it's quite enough to save me now.