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At What Point, When Did…


At what point did I realize your smile was worth more than I could afford

At what point were my intentions in your best interest 

At what point was I trying to get your attention 

At what point did I notice your nervous habits

At what point was I ashamed of my own pain because I cared for yours

 

It was when you kept what I gave

It was when you asked me to help you

It was when I asked to give my own to you

It was when I rewatched the moments and wished I reached out and offered comfort 

It was when I stopped my crying because you had a comment on what I did

 

And yet …  

 

It made me feel like I had a worth just it be helpful 

It made me realize I would sit hours, I would watch doors, I would run your errands

 

All if you called my name 

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