You're

Okay. You hear me? You're. Um. You're

Okay.

Then they

Back away uncertainly: You're okay. You're okay. It'll be fine, you'll be fine, work it out.

Breathe?

Okay...um. I'll call you. Feel better.

They're gone.

I'm sitting here in my room with my palm flat-pressed against the window

Like

If you need to hold this hand

And I know you won't come back for it

But.

If you do

Come back, I mean. If you come back and you need to hold this hand...

It'll be here, still, pressed against this window, waiting.

I'm not moving.

For anything. I'm not moving.

I'll be here.