You in Your Fragile Existence by Michelle Yee

    I am highly aware

of this fragile existence we have here,

in six seconds smashed

like glass

in the wail of a car crash,

 

or cut by the cold raging razor

or knife to the gut--

alone, 3 a.m., and losing blood.

 

…I realize how fragile

this one moment is--

how little I can actually do,

and how little I can leave behind.

 

I know I am not very significant,

but this moment matters,

You matter,

and I will love you in your fragile existence.