I accept your fierce apology
As you struggle to move your left foot
Amid a sudden savage weakness
That scares me tonight.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t what I wanted.”
I know.
How much it would delight you
To tickle my side and scurry off giggling.
It’s there.
So I accept your fierce apology.
I support you as you clutch the walker
And move your left foot
two inches
And keep us both from falling
into despair.