Thank you, Dear Jane

It was only yesterday
that I was sitting
in a fetal position,
hands folded across the chest,
and the forehead,
trying to reach my knees.

In that position,
I was rocked by invisible hands,
tying to get some traction
on slippery sands
and bring myself
      to stand.

It was only yesterday
that I had wondered,
is this what it feels like
before
      the end?

It was only yesterday
that you were calling
county’s hotline
desperate to find some crutches,
and not let me fall
into the abyss.

You did not want us
      to end,
not yet, not tomorrow,
      not ever,

because,

you had loved me,
loved us being together
loved the simplicity
of sum of our moments
      adding to  more than
what they were,
and because,
you were
a born fighter.

It was all only yesterday,
but it feels so far away
      as we cuddle up
for a movie,
and are thankful for
      normal days.

I wonder,
if this what it feels like
to be born again?

And for all that,
Thank you, Dear Jane.