I would punch a hole in the ozone for you,
scale the largest mountain known to man,
plunge to the very bottom of the Mariana Trench
just so you knew
that I meant business.
No task seemed too daunting or too
over the top
to make sure you were
safe, content
with your inner thoughts.
I would catch the subway at midnight,
when the homeless and the lost
roam the cars,
push my body to the limits as I fight
to stay awake to ease your mind from any night terror,
drop everything at a mere mention of those kinds
of thoughts.
But when it is I who needs the help, the gentle touch
when I cannot drag myself from bed,
you appear too busy, disappear for hours on end
leaving me to wonder if those words laced
with admiration were genuine,
or if you stole them from a greeting card
you found at the store.
Why is it that I would jump through hoops
for you,
but you would not do the same?