When all the world felt dark as night, My love, you weren’t there. When hurricanes came cold and bright, Your world was cool and fair. When hidden thoughts were brought to light, You didn’t let me share. When angry spirits fought to fight, You didn’t shoot a prayer. When I was told by grinning eyes That I’m no Israelite, My tear ducts dried at all her lies While you went to the fair. When I was lost on mountain slopes, With no one left in sight, My compass lost its soggy hopes But you put up no flare. When I was cursed by bitter drink, Which paralyzed my might, My heart was choked by chakra-sink, While you played solitaire. Despite the bright, nostalgic fight, My words are quite unfair, For though my plight was filled with fright, My love was unaware. Your face was mine a moon ago, Our necks, our knees unknown, And baggage lines up out the door Like demons not outgrown. You hide behind your hair And long to satisfy your pain. But no, I haven’t understood Your storms of wind and rain. Your soul is less than white, And mine has wear and tear, But nonetheless, I swear. When you don’t care, When you’re squared up with bears And the air just stares at your despair, When nightmares compare with the warfare of your life And you’re ensnared in your own welfare, impaired beyond repair, To the last threadbare moment, yes, I swear to declare with every ounce of flair left, I will fight for you. When my knuckles whiten from writing my delight for you, Will you fight for me? When my appetite excites and I invite myself into you, Will you fight for me? When my hatred ignites and reveals outright that I am not you, Will you fight for me? When I’m not all there, Will you care?