If someday, I will be in a state
when there is nothing I can say
but only to talk gibberish,
would you still want to stay?
Will you still have any reason
to stay beside me in that season
that I will be living through?
Will I live it alone or with you?
Will we still converse then
when my words will be tough to comprehend?
Will you still be willing to hear
when you can’t hear my words too clear?
When my voice will be cracking
with a lump in my throat,
will you still want to listen to my voice
and provide me comfort?