we're worried about you

why did you come out here?
it's dark
the rocks are frightening
you can light a fire in the sand if you get scared
here's the matches
here's a blanket
you poor thing
there's some driftwood over there
dried from the afternoon sun
you sad thing
where are you going to go?
what would you have done if i wasn't here?
the flames started now
you won't be cold long
you poor, sad thing
some bread, from my pack
some warm tea
lay down at my feet
you poor, sad thing
what would you have done?
without me?