The sky has guttered
The stars have risen
But my horrific day lingers
Clinging
Coating every surface of my subconscious
With dread
And yet
Yet
I am held
Supported by countless arms
I can feel them
Comforting and soothing
Even without corporeal form
Because I know
If I wanted to
If I needed to
I could dial a number
Or two
Or five
And those arms would gain
The physicality they currently lack
So
In the end
I don’t need to