Did I hold your hair back?
Honestly, I don’t remember that.
I do remember
how you bent
kneeling before some porcelain goddess
with this flustered muttering fool by your side
for the very first time.

I didn’t know how best to help you
in your illness
after an evening of medicine.
I stayed with you
as you expunged the aspects
that needed to escape.
I offered why comfort I could
and maybe I did hold your hair back
and sponged you off afterwards
and put you to bed eventually
when you felt a bit better.

I may have held your hair
I may not.
It is hard to remember
all these hours later.
Also, we may have fucked.
Tough to say.