Blanket.

Blanket.
I will only need a blanket when I’m cold.
I will only really miss you when I’m old and lonely.
Instead, you’re there to watch me as I run.
No hurdles on my saunter through youth and morning sunshine.
Stopping at reflections on my way.
Never got to tell you all the words I had to say.
Stopped to check the mirror just to see.
Check I’m still a young man and you’re somewhere here with me.
When I am confronted by my fears.
Assuming you will be with me as the passing of the years.
Sap my strength and snatch from me my thinking.
Will you say you love me, and watch me while I’m sinking?
Drowning in a quagmire of despair.
Will you be my blanket?
Will you still be there?