You Said
For John Ball
I don’t think
I could’ve expected
a kinder, more loving reply
than the one you sent.
I told you I couldn’t.
You said okay.
I told you I was burned out.
You said get some rest.
I told you a story
about how things went wrong.
You said it’s a pattern
and someday this will make sense.
You helped me to exhale.
You helped me sleep better.
You gave me enough hope
to carry on.
This poem was written on December 1, 2025.