You Have Me Poem by Rose Stern

When I write my poems,
I think of my memories,
Or however I'm feeling,
In the moment.
Do you know what the first,
Of the memories that pop in my head,
Just happens to be?
It's of you,
On that day,
When my friends were away,
And everyone ignored me.
But you sat down,
At that table,
When there were all those rides around,
And when I said I had no friends there,
You said, "You have me."
It plays on repeat,
Did you really mean it?
Even if you didn't,
You said it, and it helped,
Really, it did.

-r.s