For my best friend,

on days like these,
i would disappear if it weren't for you and your love, like nails in my feet.
on days like yesterday,
when the little white tablets weren't enough to ease the nerves,
it was your hand on my back that put air back into my convulsing lungs.
on days like tomorrow,
i know i won't collapse because when i fall,
i don't land on the ground, i land in your comforting arms.
on that day,
those days,
ones like last month
and next week,
i have nowhere to look but aside.
you're right there,
ready to be my umbrella,
awaiting my voice to shake into a thank you.
and it's moments like those that put the air back into me,
the nails in my feet,
keeping me intact with it all.