Help sonnet

Suppose I phoned you on my darkest nights,
could you reply, and listen to my tales
of broken dreams, dreadful times, awful fights.
And when I cried would you recall my fails.
If I call your number will you be there,
explore my feelings no matter what they be,
sing my song, hold my hand, sit with me, share
my space without a shred of apathy.
What if I told you that although I knew,
before the doctor said, ‘you haven’t long’,
could you sit here with me to see it through
and hold my hand because I am not strong.
Will you shy away when I say cancer
just because you haven’t got the answer.