I remember that day, your first,
'cause it could have been my last.
I got laid off that day, wanted bad
to go back out, to look to my old
comforts, the ones that don't work.
I knew I needed the meeting, but fought
it every step, stopped on the porch...
self and God teeter-tottering doubt.
Then I saw you, fighting the fly
and yourself, saw the pain of being outside
looking in, knew I never again wanted
to be where you were, that inside 
was where you belonged--as did I.
Hand in hand, each for the other, we find hope
health and meaning. Together in the meeting.