ICU

Quiet eyes watch.
Gentle hands reach out
in the half light,
searching for need.

When you are far away from yourself
someone waits for you to come home.
A stranger whose sole purpose
is centred on you.

A stranger who understands
your smallest want,
sees your greatest danger,
without being told.

You may rest in their thoughts.

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