It's Nothing [BEING EDITED]

First

Laurel, you were there—
All day all night.
Understanding somehow,
Right by my side,
Even from somewhere else.
Listening close.

Loving each of my morbid poems—
Only you were the first of the
Vials of light in my darkness.
Everyday—
Standing there patiently waiting.

Can't you see how you've helped?
Out of the darkness; you held my hand.
Out into the light,
Keeping promises.
I never saw you leave.
Everyday I thought about
Seeing your undying support.