Refrain

If I were stuck in purgatory
would you remain to conclude the story?
If blindness struck me suddenly,
would you be my eyes to see?
If I was to no longer hear,
would you stay near and be my ears?
If I uncovered all my flaws
would you be there for the long haul?
If I was nothing, laid to waste,
would you still show your pretty face?
These questions make me short of breath,
 all who I have asked has up and left.

Over and over throughout my past, I have grown wiser not to ask.