How are you? I'm...here.

Yesdnil

Sometime I'll have time

To properly mourn

When people stop asking

What year you were born

But my time is your time

For however long

You need me to turn on

You favorite song

I wake you up gently

We'll do it together

I write down the day

And the time and the weather

I carry your books

While you search for your name

On the page that will leave you

As soon as it came

I clothe you in comfort

You crown me with blessing

We don't need the words

There'll be no more confessing

I wash you with reverence

But you don't need cleansing

The past is forgotten

The future is… here