Every time I sit behind the counter,
The bustling room fades low,
Leaving only you defined within my careful gaze.
There within the surrounding room,
I track a silent pulse you’ll never know,
Rooting for a healing you can’t see across the gray.

Your safety is the compass of my day.
For I dare not dim the light I see within,
But strive to make that faint spark burn and gleam.
Through every shift, I sweat and toil to spin
Your tangled dosage to a steady stream.

Unmask me past the counters of routine,
And see the beating heart behind the screen.
I may be a quiet fixture of daily task,
But I know the weight of every choice I give.
My purpose lives inside the dignity with which I live,
A quiet anchor in a shifting space.

– Kphanos