In the morning I see life Poem by Rodaan Al Galidi

In the morning I see life
at my bedside.
I welcome her.
She says, I'm no visitor.
I think: in which tense do I talk to her?
I get up, she gets up.
I take a step, she takes a step.
Does she want me to take her out for a walk? She says, I'm not a dog.
I'm not with you to tell you about myself,
but to be lived.
I lose her in the crowd, but when I come back,
I see her
at my bedside.
Did she enjoy it? Being alone for a while?
I leaf through her to read her.
She says, I'm not words.
Are you sleep then?
I hear the word
‘maybe',
turn off the light,
leave my body with her
and depart.