Where I Came to Die

were it not for you,
trembling in soft gray coats of silence,
pushing papers away with fingertips,
unsigned
unspoken for…
i would still be there,
a blanket of sleep tugged high
above the arch of my brows
unknown
unkept…
like so much silver in a drawer
laid side by side,
unused
undone…
otherwise forgotten,
having spent my usefulness
in worlds far from this
where i recount my moments
shiny pennies in a jar
with all my days before me ~
not there,
without identity,
in some other body’s bed~
were it not for you,
to sustain my presence
recovering…
returning…
my name.