Matters

I know it's not the same to you

(because matters never matter the same to people)

but it matters to me –

and I matter to you, so
it matters, it matters, it matters: doesn't it?

if my eyes get red and sore and I

can't

catch

my

breathe – but I keep talking to you,

mumbling to you,

yelling at you

it's because it matters to me, doesn't it, to you?

Don't I, to you?

So would you stay?

Stay so I know

it matters to you because it matters

to me

stay so I know

I matter

when matters get muddled and dragged out

across the floor, in every room of the house

the one, standing, sameness should remain

you

you should stay and be the one matter that stands

no matter what the fight is.