The notion of if I’m alive
I test and poke every day
Here is the truth that I say

The pleasure I give 
Through kisses I steal
The footprints I leave
While helping hearts heal

The breath of a loved one
Warm-cold on my back
The hug with a dear friend
That cuts bright through the black

The fondness on faces
As they think of me
The writings I scribble
Of all I need see

The softness I send
For years without end
Is how I prove I’m alive, dear friend