I am here for you

 Have we become so afraid of Love

we are scared to take up space

from our dying friends

when all they ask of us

is just to Be there 

that is all 

just to be

there

Why is it scary

Why do we deem it as 

some kind of interruption

When that is all that they could ever need?

Is it too much to ask?

The only thing we could give them

from afar?

What else can we do, anyway?

We might feel as if it is not that much at all

But we might never know that

in the moment of the deepest of despairs

when death is knocking on their door

the knock only they can hear

all they want to know

is that we are still here

with them, for them

and our silent whispers of hope

might just 

silence

the 

knock

for a while

And that is enough