Healing Glue

I wake up from a nap.
There he is.

I emerge from the shower.
There he is.

I walk into the kitchen, hungry.
There he is.

I need medication, vitamins.
There he is.

I need a hug, a kiss, a smile.
There he is.

I go to appointments, treatments.
There he is.

Whenever I needed him while
Journeying with thyroid cancer,
There he was.

And, now, with it all behind me,
Still, there he is.

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