Booster dose

You tried to prop me up
Run on my own steam, you said.
Devised a propeller for my use, a conduit to rarefied fuel
and it does well
for the most part

I thought we were okay
Why then, did it feel like I was living on the breath you had given me last we met
That I was running out
subsisting on the last few painful drags

You came yesterday, I looked upon you, and you looked (sidelong, fleetingly) at me
and you did that thing
the being inflates with the pleasure of fresh life
like parched earth squirming to life at first rain
like leaves nodding in the south-western breeze

We’re ok now