We are more than the sum of our parts
I found out there’s a word for that
Which sounds romantic, but I think what it means is
It’s ok to need other people
To need is to become more. To give is to grow.
To receive with grace is a skill you have helped me learn
When you are tired
All that you have given
Becomes hands to hold you up
And when dusk falls across the grapevines
You may be handed up the stairs and through the bookcase
To rest with words
That mean more than what they are.