Poetry will not forget you

Do not worry,
I notice how your heart bleeds.
I observe the careful flow
and record it all.

I write down your existence
in my words, and if you’re lucky,
tucked in the spaces.

Do not worry,
you will not go unnoticed.
You are taken care of -

if not by your hands,
your lover’s, God’s,
or mine -

then by the hands
who will pick you up
and read you along
the fragile lines.