To be the glass of water you reach for
When you start to choke—
From a piece of bread, life’s imperfections, or an unsaid word.
To give that utter satisfaction from quenching your thirst
And saving your life.
To crawl under your skin and be a part of you.
To be the breath you catch when you try to run away
Or just run.
To be the color you don’t know but always see
When you rub your eyes upon waking up.
To be your lost pair of shoes
And be found, so you can tell me,
“Where have you been all this time?”